Well, yesterday was quite an experience. I got up at my usual 4:45 a.m. and headed to the treadmill. Someone came in and, I could tell, he wanted the treadmill, so after 20 minutes I gave in. I told myself, "no problem, I'll just walk with Libby after work (Libby is our 5-year old, 75 lb. Weimaraner). So, after work I rush home, change into my walking gear, put on a big pot of cabbage soup (you guys need this recipe - the ingredients are a lot of the super foods Robin talked about last Saturday), grabbed the short lease for Libby and headed to Friendship Park on Lake Harbour. I parked the car, did some stretching and got Libby out for, what I hoped would be, a very nice and peaceful walk. Then the fun really started. . . Libby loves to go outside, but since we live in an apartment now, and my husband and I are such couch potatoes, it just doesn't happen very often - just when "necessary." Well here we go, toward to walking path which runs along Lake Harbour to Pear Orchard where we will turn left toward the Ridgeland Post Office. Keep in mind that it's about 5:30 p.m. - during the busy traffic time. Lets just say that I am a HUGE fan of The Dog Whisperer. And thank goodness, I knew what to do when she was frightened from all the traffic. By the time we could see the Post Office, she had figured out what she needed to do, most importantly, was to walk beside me and not try to pull me (since I was not on rollerblades). She learned to "sit" when we needed to wait for a car at an intersection, but she was a little freaked crossing the intersection because on the trail she was walking very close to grass and then all of a sudden there was no grass. By the time we got back to the car, 25 minutes had passed (20 a.m. minutes + 25 p.m. minutes = 45 minutes, right?), I could barely breathe and Libby could barely wait for me to open the door for her to jump in! The fun didn't stop there either. On our way home, my daughter calls my cell phone. We visit as I'm trying to get home, get Libby out of the car and inside, all while my daughter is telling this funny story of what happened in the library at school today (she's working on her masters degree). Meanwhile, the house phone rings and its my son (the one in Arkansas who is planning to go to Chicago with us marathoners). I tell him I'll have to call him back shortly. Well, duh on me, because I forgot to let Libby "do her thing" before going inside and she just squats in the middle of the living room. I jump up (still talking to my daughter), grab the leash, open the door with one hand holding my cell phone in the other, Libby darts out and the door comes back and hits me in the face! Okay, friends, you can see how dedicated and pumped I am about MM. Even my dog needs help! All in all, it was great! Sometimes hilarious, but great all the same!

Later. . .