Running Commentary

Still getting out frequently and doing the old left-right, although the experience has changed a bit over the years. Sometimes I still go back to the Bay Area and run-walk with my running peeps, but most days you'll find me run-walking in my West Sacramento neighborhood with a small black buddy. We're not the speediest pair, but we have our fun! This morning, before the heat set in, Charlie and I covered 1.42 miles. Woo hoo! I'm pushing her gradually to get up to two miles per outing. I'm ashamed to tell you that I love talking doggie baby talk with little Charlie--after all, she only weight 11 pounds, which is kind of baby-sized, right? If it takes talking about "walkies" and "sniffies" with her to give me incentive to get out the door, I'm in. Sometimes I sing little songs to Charlie when nobody else is around. Like the old favorite,  D-d-d doggie, beautiful doggie, you're the only d-d-dogie I adore; When the m- moon shines over the cowshed

Long time, no blog. The pandemic, my advancing age, and my slug-atude have all contributed to my silence. But I'm still getting out there fairly often, although "run" has morphed into "run-walk." That said, I'm still strong and relatively fit -- just not as resilient as I once was. Enter Charlie:   We have had her for a week now! She is wonderful in many ways, but the reason I am putting her in a blog post is that, as we've spent a number of of walkies together, she has let me know she wants to run. Not only that, she wants to run at my approximate pace. She is small, and has short legs, but her speed and my slowness work together well.  She and I both will need to train carefully to ramp up our game, but she and I both are up for the challenge. She is the biggest pandemic blues chaser I could ever have hoped for. Confession: She is a lot of work, having spent her two-year life in a breeder kennel. The dynamics of family life seem seem unfathomable to he