…is not my dog.
Power Yoga was canceled this morning for a fitness expo so, to get in my daily fitness, I took my dog for a run/walk to the park.
We walked the four or five blocks to the park. I wanted to start with walking to test my allergies. I didn’t do too badly! Breathed fine, nose was a little stuffy and sneezy, but I wasn’t nearly as bad off as I was the first time running outside.
I waited in the field next to the park for my dog to “get busy.” “Get busy” is his order to go potty. He begrudgingly did so, and then we took off.
We sprinted through the park, up and down the slopes and across the sidewalks.
My dog does not stay with me when he runs. He wants to run ahead of me because he thinks he’s faster than I am.
So we had to have a race…
I was pooped! We jogged back home and sprinted the final block so he could get good and worn out.
My precious dog is the reason I can never live in a carpeted house. His drool drops covered my kitchen and hall floors. I had to lay a towel down.
Do you run with your dog? Is he/she faster than you, too?