Tortuous, Traumatic Tuesday (that actually happened on Monday)

I ran last night. 

That is the long and short of this post.  So if you're a "get to the point because I don't care about all the shit that happened in between" type of person, you can stop reading there.

And I shall begin at the...beginning. 

Chris and I are in agreement that this is the beginning of the end for Morgan.  We do not know how long this will be dragged out.  We believe that the cancer is back and is taking it's toll on him.  Add that to his degenerating joints and muscle and the result isn't hopeful.  At all. 

The one thing that helps Moe is walking.  He loves to go on walks.  He's loved it since he was born.  This isn't only good for his hips and joints, but it is soooo outstanding for his mental state.  After walking last night, he slept for 3 hours straight last night and actually SNORED!!  He slept well for 3 hours!  That hasn't happened in months.

The problem with walking Moe is that Moe can't be walked with Oliver anymore.  Ollie is way too rambunctious and fast.  Moe prefers to sort of mosey instead of power walk.  Oliver also runs into and cuts in front of Moe almost causing him to fall down.  And we just can't do it anymore.  But you can't just take ONE dog on a walk when you have more than one dog.  Y'all with multiple pets know what I'm saying.

So there's that part of things. 

I decided yesterday that SHOES OR NO SHOES, I am going to begin atleast walking 3 or 4 times a week.  If I'm going to run the Mini, then I need to start doing something...a step in the right direction.  And since Ollie likes to trot and I can only run slow, I resolved to take Ollie running with me and then Chris would walk Moe after I got back with Ollie.  Sounds like a pretty good plan, huh?  Yeah.  Nope.

On my way home, I drove my neighborhood and mapped out a safe and easy 1.2 miles.  "That'll be easy enough!  Half hour tops.  And then Chris can walk Moe and we'll all be home in time for dinner!!"  I was soooo optimistic!  And that's where I went wrong.

Ollie did the SAME EXACT EFFING THING TO ME that he does to Moe.  First of all, he wanted to stop at EVERY mailbox to pee.  I expected that to happen for the first little bit.  But I was sure that once he went potty and got the hang of what we were doing that he'd settle.  He never settled.  He cut in front of me once and I was sure that I was going to eat the concrete.  He would go super fast to the end of his leash and the come to a complete stop.  So fast, slow, fast, slow was our pace.  He saw a plastic grocery bag floating in the wind in someone's yard and darted in front of me to get BEHIND me so I could protect him.  There goes the theory that he'd be able to protect me if needed.

I ended up only going about .6 miles and I walked about .2 of it.  So I didn't even run HALF of a mile and I thought I was going to die.  I...am officially ALREADY discouraged.

My chest was on fire for more than an hour.  Toward the end of the run I realized how hard all of this was going to be and I started crying.  So many things have been building up and they all broke loose at that moment.  It's difficult to cry and run, especially in the cold when your nose is already running and you're already huffing and puffing. 

I had a complete breakdown when I got home...and it was VERY embarrassing.  "So why are you writing about it, moron??  Don't tell the world about your embarrassing moments!!"  Well, gentle readers, I think you should all know.  For posterity.  And we all can be honest...I know only 6 or 7 people really read here.

And now I HAVE to conquer this.  That .6 miles was a huge wake up call.  My health needs to improve and I need to start NOW. 

There's no time like the present.  So what are YOU going to do today??