Like the rest of the Western world, there's no snow in Switzerland. We saw this light dusting just before the holidays. Mr. Wild Dingo was on vacation and had the pleasure of a freshly fallen snow walk with the cracker and the criminal in the forest.
I'm running again. Last year I tried returning to my old running routine that I had in my 20s. Juno needed a trotting pace for muscle-building in her hips and I needed to combine their exercise with my own in order to alternate days I rode a bike. But I couldn't maintain it due to the constant joint pain, insomnia and exhaustion that plagued me on and off.
It's been three months since discovering my food sensitivities and changing my diet. And I not only noticed decreased joint pain, but a lot more energy. So last week, I pulled on my sneakers and running clothes in place of my hiking shoes and dog walking kit and headed out for a run. I released the leashes from the dogs and set off on my own pace. When Loki turned to see me jogging, he was so delighted, he ran toward me at a million miles per hour, cracker-jumped his face into mine and let out a lick---but he missed. I guess I'm not the only one happy about my energy level!
On my first run since last spring, I managed 30 minutes with no problem. It's as if a switch went back on in my body after years of fatigue and joint pain. It suddenly just pulled out its normal 3-mile pace as if nothing ever changed. Sometimes, nothing beats the peace I find with that 2/4 rhythm of my breath in a run. Since then, we've been building and going a bit further and picking up the pace at times. But I'm still no match for a husky.
"Princess, slow down! Wait for mom. She's still behind us!"
"Jog-schmog! She needs to hook herself up to me on a harness so I can drag her slow butt up this hill and we can all get a decent workout!"
And now you know why I won't run on leash with them.
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