As I mentioned in my last post, Fredo and I ran 22 miles last weekend. Brian joined us on his bike around mile 13, while we were on some back roads of DeBary. Fredo had only run there one other time and was excited about the new sights and smells. I get worried about Fredo and the amount that he runs with me. I have no idea how old he is--he is at least 7, because we found him 6 years ago and he was full grown, but the vet at the time thought he was 3 or 4. I don't believe that he could be 9 or 10 right now, but 8 would make sense. At mile 15 of that run, he was so excited about his surroundings that he broke stride and started pulling--which he rarely does unless he's spotted a rabbit, squirrel, or some other prey to chase. This time it was just pure joy of new smells, sights and sounds...to the point that I had to keep pulling his leash back and telling him to slow down. At this point, Brian pointed out that Fredo is definitely "purpose-built." The mixture of whatever dog breeds he is made up of resulted in a short, squat, powerhouse of a long-distance roamer.
I am not purpose-built for running. I don't have a runner's build, or an efficient runner's gait (although with Crossfit core training it has improved). But that doesn't stop me from running. When my mind tries to stop me (I'm too tired, too sore, too busy, etc.) I need to remind myself of the joys that Fredo sees in running. It's not a chore, it's an adventure, and I need to take advantage of it for as long as I can. Who knows how much longer Fredo will be able to join me. I need to cherish the days now while I have this time with him. There will never again be another Fredo the Wonderdog.