A funny thing happened on the exercise portion of this three week adventure.
Time sped up.
Editorial Note: (um - this should have been slowed down. Bwhahaha this is why I am not a Science Fiction writer. In my fantasy world I could blame the backwards thinking on some evil wizard who has befuddled the damsels mind. In reality - I call it a senior moment ;)
I walk my pup every morning and we are gone for 30-45 minutes. I've never considered this exercise as it is more meander behind the dog and wait while he sniffs.
For the next three weeks I have to walk 30-45 minutes a day. I decided that if I walk with a purpose I could walk my dog and exercise too. We headed out in the morning and I picked up my feet. Sort of marching along. Then during the sniff portion I walked in place or bounced. If it kept my heart rate up it was good.
As we rounded the home stretch that should have marked 45 minutes I checked my phone. Had we entered a vortex? We had only been gone 25 minutes. Wha?
I suggested to my pup that we head down Laughing Cats. He gave me that pleased look and was more than willing to stay out longer.
I have decided that it is my 'marching' that gives Chester the urgency to go faster. This could be a win/win as my pup is a bit tubby too.
In case you were wondering I have given my own names to the streets.
There is Main, Cop (cop car lives on the block), Rose (corner house with a million rose bushes), Wolf Corner, there is also a street I named Laughing Cats.
When my pup was little there were two cats that lived at the corner house. They KNEW that Chester was on a leash and they went out of their way to torment him when we'd walk by, thus Laughing Cats. One day I'd had enough of their bullying and I let the leash out its full length. I should probably change the name to Not Laughing Now Cats, but it doesn't have the same ring.