In the past when the flurries began, I would hole up in my little homestead to wallow in depression, eat, getting fat while waiting for the stimulating and motivating warmth to return. As part of the mental reboot achieved at camp this summer, my desire to never return to the the larger clothes size and feeling older than I look, outweighs my loathing of the cold. So, as one of my trainers would say ‘Suck it up Buttercup’! I donned walking mittens and a hat, warm wooley socks and dressed in layers. I leashed up my ‘kids’ and off we went, trying to enjoy the season as best as possible.
Walking Little Mister always starts off a little rocky, it’s more like trying to herd cats than it is actually walking a dog. Small distractions, like sticks, only feed a puppy’s natural ADD.
Finally, we settle down, and actually walk, albeit the amount of ground he covers, criss crossing back and forth, vastly outmatches my distance.
I change the routes occasionally, this time heading towards the soccer fields nearby, which borders on a closed sandpit the City has made a nature area. As a reward for walking on the leash nicely, I let them off leash to explore and run. (Puppies need to RUN)
I think that face says all…Happy, Happy, Happy.
After a few ungraceful tackles on Big Girl, it was time to leash up and finish walking.
Who knew fitness could be fun? Well, it can be…when you have fitness ‘buddies’.