It because clear to me today that I must take up running.
I am – ATHLETE.
We took Lizzie for her first long walk today – and it turns out that she really likes running. Like, a lot.
So, a runner I shall be.
I dug out my old sports bra (leading Jessie to gesture confusedly at me, saying “it’s just so much Mama everywhere”) and yanked on some old shorts. I hooked up my little dog and fished out the headphones that I bought for Sam. Off we went.
Only when I run, the left headphone keeps popping out of my ear. Not to be deterred, I tucked it into my bra (where my phone was already hanging). On I ran. Well, walked mostly, but I ran periodically.
Then the poor dog had diarrhea. You really can’t, in good conscious, take a dog with diarrhea running. So we ambled back. Slowly.
I’ll try again next weekend. No need to rush into my new life as ATHLETE.