Two Miles

This is what two hot and sweaty miles look like for me.  And you know what?  Endorphins kick some major hiney.  I needed this run.  Badly.  Not just to prove to myself that I'm not turning into a sloth but to expunge some internal negativity that's been trying my patience.




This is what two hot and sweaty miles look like for Brinkley Miles.  It's a combination of celebration and freaking out.  He's always over the moon when we get back from a run with one of those happy dog smiles accompanied by a constantly wiggling butt because his stub tail is wagging.  The rolling around thing is a result of having to go through a patch of sprinklers on the sidewalk coming home.  Brinkley is terrified of sprinklers.  I'm pretty sure he thinks the water is acid or something.  He's so afraid he might melt that he's willing to push me further into the water or trip me to get himself to safety.