I’ve decided that I’m far too lazy, and have enough “down time” that I should be doing something productive and healthy. I already read lots for school (although, I could arguably do more), I read tons for my own benefit (e.g., current events, political happenings, and judicial happenings), but I have not been physically active in a while. SO…I’ve decided to run.
At the house, we have four dogs…four very hyper and crazy dogs. I figured I’d run with the dogs, that way I have a running “partner” and they also get “out of the house.” I’m three days into this running business (with a different dog each day), and I’ve already noticed I can go farther and faster than on day one, and feel less spent at the end of my dog adventure (more on the dog part below). I’ve been going about 20 minutes each time. I walk down to the park, then jog up the street and back to my “start-run point” and then walk back to the house.
As for taking a dog running with me, it’s been interesting. Since they aren’t really used to going on walks, I’m also having to keep them in line each time we go. Shosty is pretty good, as I have actually walked him many a time in the past. Riley…she’s crazy, but tomorrow will be her first outing, so we’ll see how that goes. Cory, my roommate’s dog, was surprisingly well behaved, and a good run partner. Winnie, my roommate’s other dog, is also crazy. Very crazy. She apparently does not know how to be walked, as she kept running in front of me and behind me (and inevitably getting kicked by the heel of my shoe while behind me). Also, today, I almost tripped on her when she was suddenly distracted by another dog. “Other dogs” make me wary about running, because there are many strays around LBK (like…VERY many), and some are large. Today, Winnie and I came across a large and free male pitbull. He looked nice enough, but you never know with strays. I’ve contemplated carrying a firearm just in case a dog gets aggressive (or a neighbor lady tries to run me over with her truck).
…yeah, some neighbor lady ran over two young kids (about 8 and 14 years old) on Sunday. She ended up dragging the 8 year old little dude about 200 feet before stopping. How she failed to notice she just plowed over two kids on bikes I will never know. Also, the 14 (ish) year old had tats on his arm. What kind of 14 year old has tats? hmmm…
uhm…I’m gonna stop now. K.
