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Sunrises and Whining Beagles


Sunday, January 22, 2012

It's been four successful days of dragging myself out of bed before the sunrises. My arms and legs some how moving with the prodding of my tired mind, my body feeling more like a sack of meat than an actual physical part of myself. I am not a morning person.

Having slept in the base layer of my workout clothes, I pull on my extra layers and lace up my shoes. My dog watches me with sleep laden eyes, languidly getting up off of his bed and slowly stretching his body, he grumbles and groans like an old man rather than a young beagle. He doesn't want to get up. Neither do I.

The first hints of pink have begun to appear on the eastern horizon by the time we walk out into the frigid air. I can't even see the time on my watch. His nose hits the ground and we're off. He pulls me forward, jerking back and forth, down the driveway following a trail visible only to his nose. After the first 10 minutes he calms down, the world hasn't changed that much since yesterday. He's a surprisingly good running partner. Although he enjoys the inherent laziness of all beagles, he thrives during exercise, running inches away from me, his small legs carrying him forward with energy that makes me envious. When the first three minute interval of running has ended, I'm relieved and ready to walk for a minute. He continues to pull for a second or two before coming back into pace beside of me.

When we make it back inside he runs eagerly over to his food bowl, waging his tail and waiting expectantly for his breakfast. He wont eat, not right away at least. Instead he'll follow me into the living room, leaving his food forgotten for the time being. He'll sit down and watch, his head tilted to the side in contemplation, as I pick up my free weights and continue my exercises. Sometimes he'll bring his ball over, sit it down expectantly in front of me. He's the only hound I've ever met that likes to play fetch.

Together, he and I are adjusting to the new morning routine. Begrudgingly moving forward. The vet says he needs to lose a couple pounds, and he's become my workout partner and at times the only reason why I get up.
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Member Comments About This Blog Post:
WISHICOULDFLY 1/28/2012 9:30AM

    Wow. Your own personal emoticon to work out with! Shared motive and no judgment!

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LOSER05 1/25/2012 5:42PM

    how sweet emoticon

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TWEETYKC00 1/25/2012 3:37PM

    That is what makes our dogs great, they are there for us no matter what and they love us enough to get up before the crack of dawn and drag us out for a walk and then spot us as we finish our reps for the day before they are even willing to have their dinner!

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