Walk me

On the "off" days from running, my running partner still seems to want to get his daily jaunt. He doesn't understand the concept of "everything in moderation" -- this goes for milkbones too.

So today instead of going for a run, I asked the one question that actually gets Kooper's

attention (that question is this: "Where's your leash?") and both of them went ape. Off we went.

It was a good walk (them walking me for most of it). I wanted to measure how far it was around our loop for future outdoor training purposes.

The road is paved half way, and the other is dirt with potholes the size of small lakes since the snow has been melting with the warmer than normal temperatures we've been fortunate

enough to have. We all came back splashed with mud -- some of us more than others. The Aussie seems to attract mud to various parts of his body that is impossible to get to clean off. No squirrels were spotted on today's walk, so there was no dragging of anyone through the mud, luckily - since it would have been me.

The Nike+ sensor said that, using the short cut, the trip was 2.67 miles. Heading around the long way will surely be over 5k's and as soon as the weather takes a turn for the better I'm weaning off the treadmill and hitting the pavement on the weeks that I'm working out of my home office. This should help with the 'shock factor' for my knees.

The weather, however, doesn't appear to want to cooperate, as the weather folks are calling for more snow starting tonight with no end in sight. I blame it on the groundhog who didn't see his shadow last week and jinxed us with six more weeks of winter. If I saw the little bastard today I would have let the dog chase him around a little bit. Maybe next time.