“Run like a dog” was the morning’s mantra pasted on Facebook. Flippin’ -30 outside and my dog (Cleve) would still want to run. For miles. He’s the one who usually gets me outside even in the craziest of conditions. We ran yesterday at 24 degrees, but today’s 20 mph north wind and 9 degree air temp are keeping me firmly planted and wrapped in a blanket in front of the Green Bay game–much to Cleve’s dismay.
“Are we running, Mom? Can we go running, Mom? Please take me running? Are those running tights? And your watch? AWESOME! Let’s go! Let’s go! Let’s go! Now! Now! OH.MY.GAWD. NOW!”
The FB post went on to share how dogs want to run no matter how cold or hot. They don’t wear a heart monitor, they don’t measure pace or worry about looking cute in running tights. The inspirational FB dude told me to get off my butt and go “Run like a dog. “
Imagine if I tried to run like my dog. It would look something like this….
Trot, canter, gallop, stop suddenly. Repeat. Ditch dive, lurch forward, sprint backwards. Repeat. Lift my leg. Stretch, take off urgently. Sniff, urinate, chase squirrels, poop.
Can you visualize a grown woman in tights chasing a squirrel up a tree after popping a squat on Croco Road?
Nobody needs to see that.
I’m gonna lay in front of the fire.
Like my OTHER dog.