The Dog Runner

Three weeks ago, the vet told me Guinness was overweight. Now, I am not oblivious to his BIF (also known as gunt), but I just refer to him as thick.

Last night, my dress told me I was overweight. In fact, I had to stop at a Kohl's between a wedding ceremony and its reception to get a more forgiving dress.

Kohl's was very accommodating, both in the store and on Twitter!

Action is now required. New day, new week, new routine! This morning Guinny weighed in at 21 lbs and I at 134 lbs. We jogged half a mile in 6:40. Nothing to brag about, but it is a start!

We are tracking our progress on the Runkeeper App.

Up to this point, poor Jameson is left out, you say. No worries; he jogged with us! He is the best runner of the three of us, by far. He will be a great trainer. I also realized if I run on the sidewalks instead of the W&OD, the boys are not as distracted and apt to pee every two feet.

Upon the return of our first jog, Bret said, "It is a little late to start running." Sure, that is a valid point. Less daylight, cooler temps and wonderful television shows on the DVR make getting outside less desirable. However, for seven minutes a day, I think we can make the investment. Our BIFs and gunts depend on it.