run run run.

I have been running pretty regularly for the last 5 years.  I love it.  It is a huge release for me.  I put my ear buds in, put the leash on my loyal running partner Kirby and we hit the road.  It really clears my head and put things into perspective.  (Sometimes, Trent sends me out because he knows we I get back I am in better shape than when I left.)

Kirby is a great runner, he keeps up with me, pushes me to run harder and he tries to make so many friends around town.  He is a such a great dog, but for sure keeps me on my toes.

I normally run by myself (with Kirby) but when I run with Trent, my Dad or Mary Jane the running takes on a whole meaning.

Trent isn't so much of a talker whilst running, but it is fun running with him because...
a. he cracks me up
b. it is fun to encourage each other
c. he is such a trooper!

When I run with my Dad and MJ we talk the whole time.  We cover every subject.  Our ability to chat so much probably indicates that we do not run hard enough, but it sure is fun.  We even run silly half marathons just talking and talking.  We also document every race.  People around us find us to be annoying.  We just think it is nice to do all of this running with people you enjoy.  Toward the end of the race is when dad breaks into his ridiculous jokes to keep us going.  They have saved me on more than one occasion.

Regardless of if it is Kirby, Trent, Dad or MJ...it is good for the body and good for the soul. 

Hope you have something that kinda makes your life:)

xoxo

ps horse walked into a bar....:) love you, dad.