Toots and Sally Ride Again

I’m not going to the doctor…yet. If I go to the doctor and she tells me definitively I shouldn’t run, that will suck. If I do not go, I do not know for sure, thus I can run. Twisted logic, but there you have it. It’s only supposed to be in the upper ’70s the next few days, and it would be immoral for me not to be out with DAWG. It would be cruel to her. My knee has not been clicking, nor has it been feeling crunchy, so I’m goin’ fer it. Bring on the SKORT! Today we will walk around Lake Harriet, braving crowd and loose child. As a special post race treat, she may get a Frosty Paw.