As I put my son to bed and sang him horribly out of tune songs assuring him he'd have nothing but sweet dreams and a spectacular nights rest, I silently checked off the list in my head of what I had to do to get ready the second I closed that door behind me so I wouldn't get lazy and skip my run. I put on 3 layers (it was blowing cold wind and snow flakes were trying to squeeze out of the sky) yes I was dreading this run, I put on my gloves, hat and headlamp and my dog happily jumped and skipped at my feet as I walked around the house getting ready (yes I swear my dog skips when she's excited) I envisioned getting the dog mom of the year award. I felt tough and ready to conquer and proud for not going to the treadmill or trying to cut my run short. My head was pretty full of myself. Then all that came crashing down as the sidewalk some how jumped up and grabbed me and next thing I knew I was on the ground with my dog trying to make out with me!!! It hurt so bad I fell on top of my keys and cell phone that was in my pants pocket, my gloves were both torn and my dog was tied to my waste so as much as I wanted her to stop licking me she wouldn't no matter how much I pleaded!! I wanted to get up before anyone saw me. I couldn't tell if she was licking me so furiously because a) she was worried about me and thought licking me would heal all my wounds or b) she was scared that I might turn around and just go home and she wouldn't get her run in and she thought licking me would revive me and convince me to keep going.
|Sometimes my dog decides random things are about to attack us|
Sometimes we need to eat a little bit of pavement to bring us back to reality!