Today I wasn’t really sure that a run was going to happen–it’s that point in the semester where I’m behind on grading, my course work, and *gulp* my thesis. (For the record, I’m not REALLY behind–just not as ahead as I like to be!) I had my day all scheduled out and by 11 am I was already running behind. 11 am is when I scheduled that Ginny and I would go for a run. That didn’t exactly happen, because I didn’t get out of my office and home until 11:30, so I contemplated skipping it all together. But I decided that there are other things on my list that could stand to get bumped, so I started gearing up.
While trying to get ready to go, I realized it had been far too long since I had been for a run. I moved in May, and then had surprise tonsil surgery in July, and to be honest, there’s lots of stuff that has seemingly disappeared within the depths of my tiny apartment (not sure how, but things find places to hide!) So instead of wearing my Altras, I had to substitute and go back to my Brooks–guess I need to add “find running shoes” to my to do list for tomorrow!
It was almost 11:45 before I finally had all of my stuff together and headed out the door with my princess. Since we were so behind schedule I decided we’d just run out on the field across the street from my apartment. It’s an all-purpose field–it gets used for everything from tailgating, cricket games, pickup touch football, and as I learned this morning, training service dogs. No wonder Ginny is always so interested in the smells out there! Not wanting to interfere with service puppy training Ginny and I stuck to the far end of the field, which was closer to parking lots and cars than I really wanted to be. But that’s life–you win some, you lose some.
Before I started, all I could think about was how out of shape I had to be–my knees were going to hurt, I knew that I’d be able to feel the flab on my stomach and thighs. I was going to feel out of breath. I was going to feel defeated.
Fortunately, I didn’t really get a chance to run enough to feel that way–a blessing in disguise I’m sure. My cute, muscly puppy baby happens to be the laziest lab I have ever met. Seriously. At the dog park (where we go every single day for an hour) Ginny will wrestle with anyone. But when people start playing chase Ginny quietly removes herself from the game, preferring to splash around in the pool and patiently wait for someone to run by her so that she can tackle them without trying to keep up.
As you may guess, my lovely lazy girl did not particularly enjoy this running thing. It was nice and cool (60s), but we still took it slow and did intervals of walking and running. The first few minutes Ginny thought this was great fun, running up and down the field chasing mom. Then we did a few intervals where she ran in front of me. And then Ginny decided she was done, so she grabbed the leash in her mouth and turned to go home. We fought for a few more passes, but I eventually decided that I don’t want this to be a negative experience for her, so we went back home. A few minutes after we got home, I looked over and saw this:
Someone was a little tired. We covered less than a mile total (walking and running) but for this little lazy girl, it was enough. And she’s been asleep ever since–which is good, because it’s giving me a chance to catch up on my work!
I don’t think GInny will be joining me for all of my runs–I’d like to rack up a little more mileage than we did today. But even if she isn’t into joining me for all of my runs, it’s hard to deny that she is one of the cutest running buddies ever. And she never complains about my choice in music.