Ninety percent of the time Mozzie is all couch potato and puppy cuddles. I've tried to run with him a few times, but he much prefers poking along sniffing everything. Or sitting down in the middle of the sidewalk. Though when we're not home, he sometimes has these Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde moments I've taken to calling Puppy Rave Time, where he runs around the house chewing everything. Well not everything. Only the expensive things, of course. Like my Birkenstocks. And my Kindle. D'oh. Then I pull a Ricky Ricardo: "Mozzie you got some 'splaining to do!" So now puppy malo is confined to the kitchen with his bed and basket of toys whenever he's home alone. And I'm going to keep trying to run with him and take him on long walks to use up his Puppy Rave Time energy. Or maybe buy him some glow sticks.
As I was watching Burn Notice on Netflix recently ('cause I love me some spy shenanigans), I was thinking about how, whenever one of the main characters gets captured, they never betray their friends, no matter how much their captors try to torture or manipulate them. I know it's fiction, still I find the depths of their loyalty and trust in each other inspiring. Not that I would ever be in a situation anywhere near resembling an episode of Burn Notice, but how many people would I protect to that extent? How many would do the same for me? Something to think about as I strive to become a better robot-person. I would make a terrible spy, but I've got your back.
I'm still debating whether or not to run the Dam Good Trail race on Sunday. I ran the whole course at the preview run two weeks ago and that went ok, but I prefer to do long runs on Saturdays instead of Sundays. Plus, I'm going to a wedding Saturday night and I don't want to worry about having to get up early on Sunday. Mostly though, I don't feel like I'm in good enough shape to race right now. I think I need more time to just run and enjoy it and not psyche myself out about races. Unless there were some sort of costumes involved. I would risk potential race anxiety for any chance at being extra ridiculous.
Lyric of the moment: "Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful? Will you still love me when I've got nothing but my aching soul? I know you will, I know you will, I know that you will..." (This song has been stuck in my head lately. Which is weird because I don't mourn the loss of youth and beauty. When I was young, I had to wear braces and headgear. So yeah, no great loss that those days are long past. Perhaps I'm overly optimistic, but I'm hoping robots are like scotch, in that they only get better with time.)
You can come cheer and spectate with me if you want! :)
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