Running for Biscuits

This is not a mean dog, guys.

I don’t know why the world thinks that all big dogs, especially black big dogs, are so terrible.  Now, I know that not all dogs are as good with kids as Maya is, but there are plenty that are. 

This dog LOVES her kids.  Not even just her kids, but all kids.  When we walk the dogs, we always get a couple of people who stop us to ask about her.  More than once, this has included a small child running up to her and getting in her face or giving her a hug.  She just stands there and wags her tail and smiles and lets the kids climb all over her.

When my nephew was a baby (little man in the Santa outfit in the picture), he would feed Maya a treat.  Then he would reach into her mouth and take the treat out so he could give it to her again.  She plays in the sprinkler, goes in the tent with them when it’s set up, has been every animal in the book when the play Zoo, patiently lets the kids put her in a “cage” made of coolers and lawn chairs on the deck, lets them nap on her, naps with them, and even helped little man learn to walk by hanging onto her collar.

That was a whole lot of answer for a short question, but, no.  Maya doesn’t have an issue with kids.

Continuing the packing fun by going through Tupperware. 

A pizza and a six pack to anyone who wants to help me find tops and bottoms to all of these containers.

Continuing the packing fun by going through Tupperware.

A pizza and a six pack to anyone who wants to help me find tops and bottoms to all of these containers.

They don’t make shirts that are sweat-wicking enough to handle this level of humidity. I did three miles with the dogs and I’m drippy.

Maybe I’ll change my name to Sweaty Runner.

I was tagged by runfrostyrun.

1. What’s at the top of your bucket list?

Scuba diving somewhere with really clear water and lots of awesome fish.

2. If you could go anywhere in the world right now (free of charge), where would you go?


3. If you could instantly learn another language, which would it be?

I can muddle my way through Spanish well enough, but it would be nice to be able to speak it without struggling.

4. Favorite 5th grade class?

This isn’t really a class, but we had something called DIRT for 20 minutes each morning.  It was Daily Independent Reading Time.  It was supposed to help boost our reading comprehension scores on standardized testing. I thought it was a great way to start the day.

5. What’s your first ever crush up to?

He’s living in Seattle with his boyfriend.  I saw him last year when we were in Washington and Oregon for the Tennessee game.  He looks like a lumber jack and is very happy.

6. Favorite holiday dish?

I love green bean casserole, but it’s hard to get one that doesn’t include Cream of Mushroom soup.  I have a severe mushroom allergy, and hospital trips generally put a damper on holiday festivities. 

7. If you could wrap (toilet paper) someone’s house today, who would you pick?

Goodness, I have no idea. Do people still do this?

8. If you could be REALLY good at one sport, what would it be?

Probably soccer.  I was a goalie for a while, but I broke my wrist twice, so that was the end of my soccer career.

9. What’s your grandma like?

Both of my grandma’s are awesome.  They both raised a whole bunch of kids (my mom and dad each come from families of 7 kids! I have a lot of aunts and uncles) while working on Wisconsin dairy farms.  I grew up eating homemade everything and had no idea you could buy a box of cake mix until I was in middle school.  I spent a lot of time with my grandparents while my brother was in the hospital when we were little.  Looking back, I probably wasn’t as helpful with farm chores as I thought I was when I was 5, but they never said anything.

10. Favorite ice cream flavor?

Peanut butter cup or Moose Lake Fudge.

I think my body is refusing to let me sleep because it knows I want to get up and run in the morning and it wants to sabotage it.


Took the dogs out for a couple of miles before the rain hits. I did sort of a walk/jog/shuffle.  I’m still not supposed to run everyday, so this wasn’t technically a run. Speed walking?

I had planned on three miles, but Maya was tired after two and refused to go any direction but home.  She just stops when she’s tired, which is really great when I’m actually running.  I only kind of tore my shoulder out of socket today.  It’s fine, though.  I’m so happy to be able to take them for a short jaunt in the middle of the day.  There aren’t many people outside.  We can go in between bouts of rain. It does my body good to get away from the computer for a little bit. And I do love spending time with these sweet baby dogs.

Laziest. Creatures. Ever.

Laziest. Creatures. Ever.

Butterfly Fund 5k this morning!

The course was lovely and shaded. Simple out and back along the lake and Sequoyah Hills Park. Luckily, they closed the streets for us so we could take over the whole road.

Our girls were rock stars! They took 2nd and 3rd in the under 9 age group! They sort of complained the whole time they ran, but they did it and they didn’t stop! Winning a prize is always a good motivator. That, and the fact that I threatened to leave them with a medic on the side of the road didn’t hurt.

My 4 year old nephew even participated today! He did the one mile fun walk. He wasn’t super happy about it, but he liked having a number and his sweat band on his wrist.

Overall, great event, great cause, and great run. The Family Running Party is rocking.

I’m going to stop agreeing to go to dinner at Nana and Grandaddy’s, because it always ends in manual labor.

I got the text while I was at the gym inviting us to dinner. I figured I’d finish my workout since I had time and then head over. After we agreed to dinner and set a time, we got the follow up message: “make sure to bring gloves and old clothes.”

Well, crap.

We ended up helping haul stones around to start on the patio. We got a pretty good run at it before dinner was ready. I think it was probably timed that way. The patio is looking good, and I do love spaghetti. For all they do for us, I don’t mind to help. It’s just what you do.

Oh, and there’s Sam. He refused to move.

Thank you, thank you, thank you for all of the sweet words and the encouragement. You guys rock the most.

run-katie-run, since you did it, I did it.

I finally just went for a run. I put on my clothes and I put on my shoes and I walked out the door and just went. I told myself that my pace didn’t matter and I just needed to do it. The first mile sucked, but after that I just zoned out and got through it.

My half marathon training plan called for six miles today, and I was certain that three more miles weren’t going to happen. But, you all inspired me and I took the dogs for a run. We went slow but steady and I’m so happy we went. They are both sacked out on the floor, waiting for bedtime.

I hate it when that terrible, dark, mean part in the back of my brain takes over and I’m full of self-doubt. It happens to everyone sometimes and it’s no fun. I’m so grateful for the tumblr community to pull me out of the bad places of my brain and make me remember that I can do it.

Sometimes you just have to run faster than the voices in your head.