Yesterday I started jogging after work. I don't love jogging, but I feel like I get such a good workout when I do jog. Thankfully I don't look like Phoebe when I jog. I had planned on Sophie being my jogging buddy.
But I forgot that she is ten years old and just can't handle the jogging especially in the heat. I took her out last night and she was limping by the time we got close to home. I felt like a horrible Mother. I am still taking Sophie on long walks, we just won't be jogging. Seeing that Sophie can not handle the jogs makes me realize that she is getting older. My heart about broke when I had to start buying her the senior dog food. I wish she was like Bonk; who is determined to live forever.
I feel good that I have started jogging and hope that I stick to this new commitment of getting in shape. For once in my life I want to be the girl that everyone looks at. Well, I don't know if I will ever get to that point, but I want to be able to look in the mirror and like what I see.
I am not expecting overnight results and want to make sure that I do it right this time. That means that it's OK to not always be perfect when eating.
This morning when I was in the shower I noticed something on my arm. At first I thought it was a spider, but when I tried to brush it off it didn't move. I realized it was a tick. I about freaked out. I just kept picking at it until it came off. I am guessing that I picked it up while I was out last night. And since I am so close to the woods I could have picked it up anytime. Sophie and the cats are treated for fleas and ticks, but now I am wondering if I should be wearing a flea/tick collar when I go running outside.