And It Goes Like This

I went for a jog this morning.

Why?

I have absolutely no idea. I live in California now, everyone runs, I probably should too. Even though I hate it. And since the nearest gym is about 15 minutes away, I figure it's cheaper to run in the neighborhood. On horrid concrete. Instead of the nice, easy impact elliptical.

I took the dog with me.

This is what he looks like AFTER a run:

Oh boy you are actually going to let me jog instead of walk? Really really really? BEST THING EVER! Oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy! Let's go! LEAF! Ok, gotta keep running! Oh man that bush smells mighty nice. Oh you want to keep going? Oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy let's go mom! SQUIRREL! SQUIRREL! Oh but I though you wanted to run? Oh... just not after squirrels? Ok, let's run! BUSH! Let's keep going! Just keep running! Oh, dog poop. That smells gross. But I'm going to sniff it for 5 minutes anyway. LET'S RUN!

You get the idea.

This is what I feel about 2 minutes INTO jogging:

Seriously. I hate running. I will probably never like it. But alas, hopefully I will keep going. But mostly because Jack will be pulling me the whole way :) 

And can I hear a yay all around? We should be getting rain on tomorrow! So that means the sun will go away. And it might actually feel like autumn.