Holy Smoke! My Hunny's walking buddy is out of town for a funeral, so I (foolishly) volunteered to walk with him this morning. I've seen him after his walks, cold and numb and cramping legs, but I volunteered anyway. I think my thoughts were along the lines of, "How bad can it be?"
First he says he wants to go at 7:30. I gently remind him that I'm the one who gets up with the kids every morning at six. Saturday is my one sleep in day. So we went at eight. I know, I know, but I had a meeting at ten. And I hate being late, so I factor in all kinds of extra time. It works for me.
We leave the house at eight and head for a trail not far from here that he and the buddy walk. It's a beautiful trail and we saw some gorgeous birds, including a red-winged black bird and a blue heron. Absolutely stark and stunning at once, and me wishing I'd brought the camera. Next time, people. The water features were nice, too, with some swampy areas which reminded me of Florida. Just enough to keep me from being homesick.
And we brought the dogs! Patches was in love with the idea of the water fowl, straining to jump into the water. But I was very proud of our babies, that they walked so well, always staying beside us, never really pulling us along (except for Patches and the mallards). Flash wasn't wild about the wet grass beside the trail, hugging my leg when I'd move over for cyclists. Overall I was quite pleased with them.
Myself? Whole different story. It was about 40 degrees out this morning and overcast, with a brisk wind blowing (isn't there always a brisk wind blowing in Tulsa?). We walked out two miles and I was fine, the wind at our backs, legs working well, enjoying the scenery, breathing fine. Then we turned to go back. Aiyiyi. Not so much. I think one of my legs came loose on the trip out. It was complaining all the way back. And the cold, bitter, biting wind, which was attempting to suck the life out of me? NOT so much. In fact, I just got out of my meeting, and this is all I really want to do:
Lucky dogs. Instead I'm about to put on a pot of coffee and get on with my afternoon. Alright, maybe a little nap. Here's hoping your Saturday afternoon is as productive as the dogs'.
Until I write again ...