This Injury Will be the Death of Me
Yesterday, I had 1947 calories, way too many. I walked for 45 minutes with my boys. Today will be better.
After yesterday's walk, I realized my leg was, again, aching. I guess I'll have to go to a physical therapist, like it or not. I've not gone to gym all week in hope that it heals. I thought this would be a good time to recover since I'm trying to socialize the new puppy to my house. (He loves his big yard. And Chance is his hero.) But I guess I shouldn't have walked them so soon. But I really wanted to get them out, and I wanted to do a practice walk around the neighborhood to see how it would go.
Of course, it was a huge pain in the ass, requiring some real juggling skill. I had to switch leashes from hand to hand, sometimes in midair. I also had to be adept at securely holding one leash under my foot while untangling another leash from the legs of the other dog. It was quite a trip. I'm rethinking the whole retractable-leash thing. At moments, I felt like I was fishing--you know having to reel them in. So maybe two long leashes will workout better. Anyway. . . .
More later.
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