Day 56: I was cheeky enough to call it "Running"

 Yesterday I had originally thought to run intervals around a nearby lake.  Did not happen, due to the rain.  This morning, it happened.  Knowing I was going to do intervals, I was cheeky enough to tell Runkeeper (now renamed as "FitnessKeeper") that I was "running" even though I knew darned well it was going to be just a few jogging steps in every five minutes of a normally walking adventure.

The weather was perfect.  63℉, sunshine, not a lot of wind.  I was not lonely out there. A whole lot of others were walking themselves, dogs, strolling babies, riding bikes... and some running intervals with their kids.  The Spirit of the Olympics does this to our town.  Probably your town, too.

I got home and started to process things and put together this blog, cooking and savoring my healthy breakfast in the process.  I had not yet got around to bathing/showering when my phone rang.

I thought it was going to be Sister #1 since I called her on Friday and she was waaaay too booked up to talk.  But NO!  It was indeed the mythical son!

His girlfriend and her parents had been planning and outdoor birthday party for her aunt, at the dog park on my end of town.  The aunt, unfortunately, was not able to come to her own party... she was having a health issue.  Would I be free to come to the dog park as part of a five-person "herd" for Carl to shepherd about?

Of course I would!  

Ye olde watering hole at the dog park.

They came over and picked me up, and off we went.  Carl was in heaven... he would run on ahead, then come back and check to make sure every single human was coming along, then head on out again.  Lather, rinse, repeat.  Of course he dunked in the stream, too.

GF's mom tried to avoid getting water shaken all over her from the dog coming out of the stream.  Well, only partial success.  Carl shook off a ways away, but another, longer haired dog (of course!) rushed out of the water, and shook off behind her... yep!  Sorry, did your daughter not warn you?      

After our outing at the dog park, there was an ice cream stop planned, at a nearby shop.  I had brought no money, of course... GF's treat. I shared a kiddie cup of vanilla with Carl.  I put half in his dish, reserving a half cup cube for myself.  (For those of you tracking Covid precautions, we masked going inside the shop to order... this seating is outdoors.)

After the ice cream they dropped me off back home, and here I am finishing up the blog for the day.  It's been a good one, and I think I can call it an active one, too.

Here's hoping the same for all of my old Spark buddies, as we live the remainder of this one and only Sunday, August 1, 2021 we'll ever get.  After all, we're worth it, and life is good!

✨💖 Spark on!