First, I have to get out of bed. The difference between 4:50 am and 5 am is monumental. Imagine lying in your bed and thinking about getting up with that 4 am staring you in the face. If you only waited 10 more minutes....
It was now or never, so we got up. Coach and Willow (our chocolate lab) followed me downstairs for a pee break (for dogs) and coffee (for me). Then it is puppy feeding time. Then poo time (for the dogs). Coach performed both really well.
I picked up my coffee mug, leash, three bags and headed for the door. I was already 5 minutes late.
By the time I hit the Y, I was sure Zoe was going to be waiting, but there she was putting on her tennis shoes. She had stayed up late watching the debates and was tired. I let Coach out to greet her. We walked in and I got a lock for the locker and then we headed out to the track. Coach was in quite a hurry to get to the track.
|Zoe, my walking partner, and Coach on the track in the morning.|
After about a mile, another lady joined the track. She was a runner. I think there was a boot camp class that was going to start at 6 am and she was early and wanted to get in extra running time, because she was super healthy and had extra energy to burn (I wonder what that is like?). She jetted past us and as she did, she said, "I see a puppy in training!" It was a rather happy greeting. We said a jolly hello back and kept walking.
Coach, however, was amazed by this woman. "OMG! Look how fast! She is like Wonder Woman!" You could see the puppy thoughts zooming in his brain. He picked up the pace and looked back at me when I didn't follow suit.
It was like when you take your child to that first birthday party with all the moms in attendance and your child turns and looks at you and says, "Why can't you dress pretty like that mommy?" And you realize that your fashion sense is not what it used to be. Or at least your child doesn't get it. And there's no going back!
Coach had looked back at me and said, "I like the fast mommy! Let's run!"
Pumpkin, we are not running. "Coach, buddy, you got the pokey mama." Zoe laughed. "We aren't running and you can't change mamas now."
|Coach lying on the shower floor with his head poking under the shower curtain.|
|Coach sitting a little damp in the shower.|