So here's the thing about me... I'm fat. There's no use denying it, but there is some use in changing it. So, on a whim the other day I went for a run. When I say I went for a run, I mean that I ran as far as I could comfortably and then I walked until I could make myself run again.
My dog was ALL over it. She would get so excited and start legitimately start taking off only to realize that I was not running at her pace when she had reached the end of the lead. So while I was running she would trot along jauntily, and when I was walking she would sniff and walk.
After this spontaneous run/walk (that only lasted for about 25 minutes), I wheezed for 3 hours. Sexy. Mary, my little running partner, took an hour nap on my jello-like legs and was fine. Puppies...
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