I am delighted to say that this morning Charley and I went for a run/walk. That is, we alternated running with walking briskly, in 60 second intervals. And when I say running, I mean jogging. But apparently no one says "jogging" any more. Kind of sad, since according to Wikipedia, "jogging" has been around since the 16th century. But running sounds far less likely to involve a braided pastel headband. I guess jogging went down with the 80's, and now we have The Running Room's run/walk program.
Which seems to be a pretty effective program. After all, it got me and Charley out there moving!
This is actually our second run/walk. We went out on Saturday morning too but it was a cold, misty morning and Charley was having none of it. When I started to run, he stopped. He refused to run in any direction except back towards our house. I tried running him right past our house, but he caught on after a block or so. I had to escort him home and carry one without him.
Today, however, the sun was shining and my furry friend stuck it out. I'm so glad he did. Watching his little legs flying out behind him was pure joy.
I'm looking forward to our next run/walk together.
In the meantime, the oven is beeping because the banana bread is ready. Yes, old dogs bake. Especially after jogging.
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