Have you ever had a week that really really kicked your arse?
I mean really.
No, really, really, really.
That was my week last week.
For a variety of reasons into which I'm not ready to go, by yesterday afternoon, I collapsed on the couch and just thought, "I'll just lay her...indefinitely."
As much better as running makes me feel...I didn't even want to run.
It was one of those curl up into a fetal ball after it's over weeks.
Layla naps with me, and she did yesterday as always, but anytime I moved around, she lifted her head expectantly...she knew it was running day.
When I run, she changes positions varying on where we are, who else is around, and honestly how hard I'm breathing.
If we have a clear road, with no obstacles (dogs or people), she will run ahead and explore.
If someone comes out or another dog appears, she drops back closer to me and never takes her eyes off of the intruder.
If I begin to walk after a long run, she races back to me...almost as if to say, "Are you ok, Mommy?"
Because of her and her alone, I got off the couch yesterday.
She stayed closer to me yesterday than she usually does.
Dog lovers will agree with me, and dog not-so-much lovers will roll their eyes.
But, I swear she was cheering me on.
She even encouraged me to take some hills I would normally shy away from.
I think she knew I need to shake off some of the sh*t of the week.
In the last picture above, I was cooling down...and again, it was as if she was saying, "See, Mommy, I told you it would all be better after a run!"
She was right.
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