A Few miles with Miles.

There is a certain unbridled joy that comes when you run with your dog. I run like a klutz, wobbling like a fighter on the losing end just before the last knock-out punch.  Often, I wimp out on hills and look more labored than one in a shackled chain gang. It's not a pretty picture to paint, but it's my reality; I have no wings on my feet. I run because despite all that's ugly on the outside, I'm transformed on the inside.  No one knows this better than my dog Miles. He is the ultimate, judgement free, life long friend.  He grins from one floppy ear to the other, feeling joy that I took the time to play with him in this great game of life. Our mutually shared adventure is one that will end with muddy paws and dirty sneakers.  Because of our run, we wont get caught up in our usual pent up behavior like eating some window trim, or in my case, eating what ever lives in the fridge. Running is good for you. It can make places so close to home feel exotic and new because their are always slight changes around us.  The hardest part about running is lacing up and tearing yourself away from the many "important" things on the to do list, while in reality, the most important thing begins right outside your doorstep.  Ask your dog, he knows whats best for you.