I think I got adopted…

Well, I was undoubtedly adopted for 40 minutes. On today’s run through the woods, I glanced back, and to my surprise, I appeared to have a four-legged friend. A blond mutt a bit on the mangy side was 10 feet behind, and stayed there for the duration of my run. A sweet lil’ guy who did a good job keeping pace. And thus was the much-needed highlight of today’s run.

See, over in KZ, autumn is upon us. Big time. With it has come cold, dreary, wet weather, combined all too often with strong wind. So these runs I have on the schedule almost always set off an internal argument. It’s too cold. It’s fall, Denise. It’s only gonna get colder. And windy. You’re from Nebraska. At least here there’s a tree grove to run through. It’ll be dark soon. So go now. And I don’t wanna. Get off your rear and RUN.

I won the argument today (though what exactly is winning if it’s with yourself?), aided by a quick grocery run during which, dag-nab-it, I admitted that it wasn’t all that cold. Moreover, the wind whipping through Soviet constructed courtyards was indeed slowed to a nice breeze in my go-to tunnel of trees. Add to it a canine running buddy, and I had myself a lovely little run. Now for a repeat with six miles tomorrow…

P.S. Uh, whoops… I suppose I should mention that, as with many countries around the world, stray dogs are all over the place here. And excluding today, my reaction is to avoid ‘em or scare ‘em… whatever it’ll take for me to walk away unscathed. So, it’s downright weird that this dog trotted after me today, content to just go out for a run, and then stick by my side as I walked home. Once I got to my building entrance, there was a twinge of guilt as I left him outside. But even if he adopts me, I won’t be adopting him. P.P.S. His name is Roscoe. ;)