Walking is for the dogs...

With the beginning of the new year, I made the goal to try to get in better shape.  In years past, I've always said I wanted to drop some weight and have failed miserably.  So I tried to trick myself into thinking that it's not about a number on a scale as much as it is feeling better.

As a part of said goal, I joined the local rec center and was trying to go as often as possible.  Since that beginning -- and seeing my oh-so-unflattering picture on my new rec center membership card -- I really have tried to get in a fair amount of activity.  I am not keen on referring to said activity as "exercise" because that makes me lose motivation instead of weight.  ick... I am not one for exercising

Anywhoo, as fuel prices creep up, Hubs and I are trying to conserve trips into to town.  (My co-workers laugh at me when I tell them I go "into" town)  So when I forgot to pack my workout shorts and bra yesterday, I knew that if I wanted to get in some exercise activity, I would be doing it close to home. 

And, I knew I'd have to take a dog with me.  If Hubs isn't home from work yet, I take The Big One because she can keep up with me (ha ha, I just said "keep up" as if to imply I move really fast!  ha ha! I don't BTW)

But, if Hubs is home -- as was the case yesterday -- I am forced to take The Little One.  He looks sweet and innocent, but if I leave him home alone, I can hear him screaming like a baby the whole way down the road and back.  And Hubs can't stand it.  The only option is to take my little buddy with me.

(I apologize in advance for the crummy pics, they're from my BB, not my Nikon!)

So I harnessed him up and we headed out the drive and down our road...

He's not a bad dog to take on a walk, except he has little legs...

... and he feels the need to lift a little leg on EVERYTHING we pass....

Or, he'll stop because he thinks he hears something in the grass...

... that needs to be pounced on.

During the first half of our walk, he likes to stay out a head of me...

... and even takes off running to try to stay in front of our two-member-pack...

... but eventually, his little legs wear out and he slows down...

... or we pass another mailbox.  (I'm SURE our neighbors love us!)

But once we get home and he gets freed from the harness, he's suddenly a tired pup and just wants to be left alone.  I like to be left alone, too, but alas, someone needs to do laundry and clean the shower and feed the troops...

Needless to say, I got some activity in last night with my little buddy, but it was far from the sweaty workout I would've gotten if I'd just remembered my gym bag.

It's already in the truck for tonight  ;)

Until we meet again...