The worst of my self pity over being injured is past I think. It helps I'm walking again, though not running or biking quite yet. I can't entirely trust the stitches to hold for that level of stress, though it's getting closer every day. I far prefer not having to rely on others, especially since with a very few exceptions I find people rather ( Read more... )

It feels really good to be walking, even if only slowly and carefully with a straight leg. It really feels good.

I am healing ( Read more... )

I am healing, I suppose ( Read more... )

So, this morning I took Churchill and headed to a trail for some run time. I only took him, not wanting to wrangle both he and Connor so I could try for more distance and because, well I just didn't want to deal with both. I tripped once, picked up and got going, reminding myself to watch for trip hazards. No worries, right ( Read more... )

So, it's been a while since I worked at training the dogs. With the inclusion of the newest foster dog, Snoopy, that's changing. See, Snoopy is high energy and in need of mental stimulation as well. His problem, the real reason he was let go by his previous adopters, is he got bored. Not enough physical exercise, not enough mental stimulation ( Read more... )

It's been a busy, busy weekend. A busy week, actually. Today I did something new. I went caving. Actually, I started with a run on the trail with the boys, Connor and Churchill. Then I met a friend (and apparently a partner in adventure) along with some folks he brought along at Raccoon Caverns where we went on an expedition into the wild ( Read more... )

I've been thinking about that story, just not been writing of late. It doesn't seem the right time for it.

Walter.. Continued ( Read more... )

Maybe not "old" as in "decrepit" but certainly no longer in the bloom of youth. I'm finding my 40's to be a mix of awesome and a bit of annoyance at my body's determination to not be as pliable and resilient as once it was. Such is the process of aging, I suppose ( Read more... )