I love to swim. Don't mind doing water aerobics, working out on weights. Am about ready to get back on a bike. Knee is flexible enough again so just need more power/strength. And one of these days I'll have lost enough weight and have the balance necessary to ride a horse again. And if gardening counts, well, count me in!
But hiking? Eh...if it's to something interesting (like a sale), a scenic vista, or better yet!!! A hot springs!!!! I'm all over it. Walking to be walking? Ummm, not so much.
There in lies a dilemma. Went for a vacation. Lovely!!! First time in years I've done/gone somewhere just for myself. Visiting friends & relatives, chatting, eating, shopping & just hanging out. No schedule, no pressure, no service projects, just play.
However, I've worked so hard to get my knee/leg back in shape that I do try to get my daily exercise, but not a pool in sight. So, bless my sister's soul, she includes me on her daily walks. Okay. I can be a good sport. After all there's good company and this is Alaska. It's so green and beautiful. But I'm a master at going for a little bit then stopping to check out the scenery, view a flower up close, take a picture of a duck...
The sister is no dummy.
It only takes a day or two of this and she catches on. Second nite I hear her on the phone..."Oh, we'd be delighted to babysit your dog!"
Who's this "we" she's talking about. Got a frog in your pocket girl?
The next morning, the grand puppy, McGyver, or whatever her name is, rushes down the stairs into my room and leaps into my arms.
Great. (We're talking about the ultimate cat lady, remember?)
Sweet dog. Really. All 50, wiggly pounds of her.
Time to explore.
So we load her up, get our morning chai, make a few stops and then it's time for a walk.
I get her leash and we're off. The sun is shining, there is a fresh breeze blowing and it's a beautiful 65 degree day. We leave the parking lot at a brisk pace...and accelerate.
"She doesn't heel, does she?"
"No, she's just a pup."
"Oh. Rather enthusiastic, eh?"
The sister smiles, "Um hmm!"
It doesn't take long for me to realize that this is Alaska! So of course I'd end up being attached to an animal that was part
Other than run?
McGyver, happy little thing (with the foot long tongue), finally went home.
Not to worry tho. Millie took her place the next day.
I mean, who goes on vacation and loses weight?