As Corbin departed his aging 13.5 year old body last week, this post seems appropriate to share again in his memory. It captures so much that was special about a dog that left a paw-shaped hole in my heart.
It has been a long week. The candle was burning at both ends most days; I sacrificed some needed sleep to find those extra hours in the day. So when the end of the work day rolled around on Friday, it was tempting to just pour a glass of wine and tell myself I could postpone a run until the weekend. Finding great camaraderie and motivation through the “Another Mother Runner” podcasts that often keep me company on the road, I signed up for a 5-week training program through the “Train Like a Mother Club” to jump-start the fitness machine after taking a break following the more intense training earlier this year for my June marathon. Nothing like a virtual community of training partners to provide some accountability … in addition to my faithful companion.
Today’s training schedule called for a “Zen Run” – leave the GPS watch behind, pull out the…
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