The boys are back on the road …. ! I’m happy – and Thurber
too – to report that my knees feel secure enough to take my redbone companion back
out on the Prospect Park roads for at least a once-a-week jaunt.
That’s about four miles of jogging, and even though my
devoted mutt had not been out with me for months and had to be literally champing
at the bit, he did do me the solid of taking it easy on me.
In what I recognize is a misty-eyed view, I find myself
thinking that Thurber – who heretofore in the years we have run together has pulled
hard on the leash, yanking me uncomfortably as he surged ahead, especially in the beginning, which raised some doubts in me
about the wisdom of taking the chance by running with him while my healing isn’t
yet at one hundred percent – ran by my side on purpose. That he was keyed in to
just how fast and vigorous I could run and that he adjusted his pace to
accommodate me.
Whatever, as the kids say. We’re back. I may not be running a
marathon this year, but I’ll be running with my dog !
Next: Running for
Your Life: After New Hampshire
