Revealing

Since my outing with Thor—we have become (drum roll please) “athletes”. We run about five to six days a week and our distance varies from 1.75 miles to 3.5 miles. Okay trust me we aren’t sprinting the entire way—we do our warm-up walk . Then we start our jog and Thor being the beast he is requires a cool down walk for about two blocks prior to getting home.

Actually since we became “athletes” Thor listens better and heels, and best yet he isn’t that interested in attacking anyone else’s dog (so embarrassing!). However, you can see his eyes dart off to look at the other person’s dog as we jog pass—I can almost hear him say to the dog, “next time, you just wait, you’ll be mine.”

In my head I have this vision of the two of us jogging, looking like true athletes—I even joke about it at work—they are sick of hearing me gloat. Thor is a big muscular dog and I’m tall, we must look fabulous I think to myself.

The other day my daughter wanted to join us so I let her. She had just gotten over the flu so I thought it best not to run, instead we took a long walk. At one point my daughter asked if she could hold Thor’s lead. He looked tired and we didn’t see any dogs around so I handed the leash over to her.

The two of them moved ahead of me and before I knew it they started a light jog. Oh wow! Thor looked like a pig running, not this big massive, muscular animal I had created in my mind—he looked hysterical! His movements weren’t anything I thought, his legs barely moved—it was like they were stiff and he kind of waddled. Then there was the drool that was constantly coming out of his mouth splashing on to the concrete which looked like something you’d see in an alien movie—what an awakening.

Now my daughter on the other hand had a beautiful gait—she looked lovely, no doubt takes after her mother… Or so I hope!