Follow me on Twitter I don’t want to face it, but I’m slowing down. Dad doesn’t take me on the long runs any longer. He takes me on the short ones, however. On my way home and up the big hill, he says I’m practically walking, no longer running.
On warm days, I’m even more tired, panting my way home. On cold ones, I do a little better.
It’s the elbow dysplasia that’s got me down. That and some arthritis in my knee joint where I was injured when I was hit by the car.
It doesn’t stop me from loving life and loving running. It doesn’t stop me from eagerly arising with Dad in the morning, when he comes to get me to run, and taking off from the gate. It doesn’t affect my attitude.
It does, however, slow me down. And I take an extra long nap after my run.
In July I celebrated my 12th birthday. But the thrill is definitely not gone.
