Strange. We went to the opposite side of Lebanon Hills today (new routes, new chances to fall!) and it seemed as if a whole swarm of dragonflies decided to adopt us and fly with us at various points during the run. (Us being me and Dawg.) I think I actually liked this section better, even with the accompaniment of hundreds of little Evinrudes.
I cut it a little short because G was so dang hot. We kept shoving each other out of the best parts of the path, since apparently neither one of us cares where the other runs as long as we each have the best footing. She’s less sly about it than I am, but she herds me to where she thinks I should be running. Sad. This is my life.
Saved the best part for last…Guinness decided to eat some tin foil that was in the recycling bag one night. We didn’t know until the next morning. Well, she’s been “expelling” it bit by bit, but saved the best for me in the car. We ran just shy of 4 miles out in the woods. No puke. No issues. Just hot. We get in the car and are more than halfway home and she decides to yak up a huge wad of foil in the back seat. Craptastic. I won’t detail what it smelled like, but think fetid; spoiled; rotten. Ick. Once again, this is my life. It may be hard to believe, but at one point I had very high ambitions. Now I’m being herded by my obnoxiously smart dog and cleaning up puke. Shoulda just had kids…
“The best things in life are silly” – Scott Adams
“Silly is you in a natural state, and serious is something you have to do until you can get silly again.” – Mike Myers
