Move that body: Shoes, which were hosed off yesterday, too wet to do anything. Runner fail. Plan to walk this afternoon
Mark and I had a discussion. A big discussion. About why I run.
He was worried that I was obsessive or exhibiting unhealthy exercise habits.
I assured him that I wasn’t being obsessive.
I run because I like it. Even if it doesn’t feel like it used to, it still feels good.
I run because it’s a lot less boring than walking. Even with Denali, who is a jerk never responds to my queries, and an audiobook.
I run because it’s good for the baby.
But I really run because I’m selfish. I’ve given up sangria, my body, goat cheese, 8:30 miles, sleeping through the night, mojitos … it’s enough. I’m going to keep the running for myself.
But someone …
Yes, that cute someone … he had another idea.
He decided that its’ good for me to run so that when he decides to go exploring, finding the one hole in the fence, I have the energy, fitness and stamina to sprint down the grassy alley to chase him. Yep. Let’s just say I had a fun afternoon yesterday – filled with dirt, tears, screaming, some speed I thought I lost and my first foray into barefoot running.
And while I told Denali that I hated him about 3,456,795,321 times yesterday, his little adventure was a great reminder that I can run – and that’s a good thing.
Who knows how long I’ll go but I definitely think I have a few more selfish miles in me.
As for Denali, he has a tie-out in his future.
Stay tuned this afternoon for giveaway winners AND a new giveaway.