I hope you were not looking for anything deep and inspirational here, because let's be honest....that is just not who I am. Running, for me, is all about the recovery chocolate milk. I really love chocolate milk, and I felt like a needed a legit excuse to drink it on a daily basis. Well, maybe not DAILY. Because c'mon....I'm not dragging it out there daily and running. Doing the daily walkies with the dogs, yes. Run, no. No way. Chocolate milk is not THAT good.
I do want to look better in my clothes though, sleep with less back pain, watch my stories with less back pain and all that. Luckily I am still ABLE to run, so I do. Or, I do what I like to call "wog". It's falls somewhere between a walk and a jog. My wog, please quit trying to correct wog to wig spellcheck, is more like a slow stroll for Jason, so he does not usually join me on my wogs. He has threatened to though, you know...to coach me. That will be great, and I cannot wait for that to happen. I'll keep you all posted.
Odi is my running companion. Fred stays home and naps. He is done with the running, and is content with his walkies at this juncture in his life. That little athlete has earned all the couch time he wants.
This is why Odi runs:
Cookie recovery. Odi also really wants my choco milk, but hasn't quite figured out the whole straw-thing, so I don't feel that bad about not sharing.
And I am so glad that these particular cookies are gluten-free, because dammit...if there is ONE thing Odi stresses about, it is unnecessary gluten in his diet. No wheat-belly on the Odi.
We also learned that people that are more stiff and inflexible are LEAST likely to get injured in yoga. YAY! It feels SO good to finally be winning at something, you know? The people that are super fluid and loosey goosey are more injury-prone with yoga. So you totally know the next time I see a super-fluid Deadhead just Noodlin' on down the street, I will be thinking "pffft, heh...he would get SO tore up in my yoga class."
My favorite part of yoga is the end, when we lay flat on our backs in corpse pose, and then our instructor comes around and lays an ice cold lavender pack on our foreheads and then, ya'll...she RUBS our FEET. Seriously. This woman is AMAZING. I mean, anyone who will willingly touch a persons FOOT is just kind of on a level above most people, you know??? I barely like to touch my own feet.