Mount Vesuvius

I never knew Mount Vesuvius was in New York. I always think of myself as in good shape, physically fit. Two weeks ago I ran in the New York City half marathon. I feel as though I could run a marathon, the whole 26.2 miles, on any given day. But, since the half marathon, I haven’t been running, with the upheaval of my life, and the craziness of moving. So, while I wouldn’t say I am out of shape, I get a little more winded than I am used to.

This morning, I took Shea for a run and decided to go straight up and down the street. My uncle’s house is over half a mile up a big, continuous hill. As Shea and I started running, I was thinking to myself, “wow, I am feeling good!” I was so excited by how great I was feeling, thinking maybe I wasn’t in as bad of shape as I had thought!

Then, I realized how idiotic my thoughts were! I was running down a huge hill, or as I see it, a small mountain. Luckily, I felt pretty good coming back up the hill. It probably helped that Shea stopped a few times to mark his territory and sniff around. I have no doubt that I will be able to tackle this hill with no difficulty by next week!

This evening I brought Shea to get a bath. At the local pet store you can use their facilities and all of their equipment to wash your dog. Poor Shea was not happy about his bath. I didn’t dare try to give him a bath myself, as normally Jeff and I have to tag team him and still have difficulty.

Before heading home, I stopped at our old apartment to pick up our mail. Shea kept head butting the door hoping to get in. I am pretty sure he though Jeff was in there. With all of the confusion for him, he has adjusted pretty well! Now, I am trying to retrain him not get up on the couches.

Sorry for the boring post, I have a feeling the weekend will help spice it up a bit!