giving rise to action; staying fit and sane through running
(27 Weeks)
Election Day 2020 – November 3 – was Enzo’s 10th Birthday. As a distraction from waiting to see where the day left us, I made an appointment for him at the groomer. It was a warmish day, and after I picked him up (curbside with a mask on since we were very much still in the thick of covid, pre-vaccines), we drove with the top down with nothing between us and the crystal blue sky. I was hopeful.
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While I was eating breakfast this morning my cat (actually my daughter’s cat, but I am its current caretaker), jumped up on the table and started to dig at the plant on the adjacent windowsill. I scolded him and told him to get off. He stopped momentarily. Gave me a look that said, “WTF” and went back to his digging. That, I thought to myself, is the difference between cats and dogs. Read more
I have a dog. I didn’t always have a dog. Actually, until I was 10, our family pet was no more than a goldfish. Then my parents allowed me to adopt a kitten. That was it though. They liked to travel and a cat allowed for more flexibility. Plus, a cat didn’t need to be walked at all hours of the day in all kinds of weather. Read more
A few things came together last week which quickly launched me into a plan to accomplish my next goal. That goal is to have two cars, two pets, two people and the contents of a four-bedroom house packed up and transported to Illinois before the end of the summer. And no, I’m not running there. Although that actually seems less daunting. Read more
I was going to publish something totally different today and then this morning this “memory” from 2014 popped into my Facebook news feed:
What I’m positive about/thankful for…Day 5 of 5…
1. I can run, as it may be the only thing that’s keeping me sane (I’m also thankful for my amazing coach, Rob McCarthy, who also has me running fast, which is keeping my self esteem at an all time high);
2. I’m thankful for my friends…all of you…and especially a few in particular (who I won’t call out here in fear that someone not included may feel slighted)…the really special ones – you know who you are – you have been there when I needed you, you knew when to make me laugh, when to just listen, when I needed a pep talk, you knew the right thing to say, or knew when it was best to say nothing at all , you’ve made the last 5 months fly by and made sure I knew I was a survivor. Thank you!
3. And finally, my dog, because when all else fails, I never doubt that at least HE loves me.