So in addition to my workouts at Clay and running on the treadmill I try to walk him at least a few miles a day. We miss a day here and there, but It averages out to about 15 miles a week. This seems to be enough to keep him happy and me moving (though we'd both benefit from more, of course).
I also read was that exposing your dog to new places with new smells is good for them and can actually help tire them out. So, I try to make sure that we try a new route - or one we haven't been on in awhile - a few times a week. Sometimes that means checking out one of the great hiking trails we are lucky to have in and around C'ville. Other times it simply means venturing to an adjacent neighborhood. Either way, Scout always seems happy. (Am I the only one who ever thinks being a dog would be pretty awesome?)
Unfortunately today we only had time to do the adjacent neighborhood thing. We live on a hilly, windy road with no shoulder, let alone sidewalks, so I often get in to the car to get there (honestly this is about safety, not laziness). The nice thing about this is that even if we only go a half mile, the fact that he got to go somewhere in the car seems to totally make Scout's day. Again, wouldn't being a dog be awesome?
Today I chose a nice, long street with a good sidewalk. Round trip would give us a solid 3 miles and leave me time to shower (maybe even put on make-up!) before heading off to Women's Health Virginia to deliver thank-you goodies for National Volunteer Week.
It was a great walk until the dreaded squirrel crossed our path. Scout has, to put it mildly, a thing about squirrels. And deer. And trucks. Mostly squirrels though. When he sees one he has a very hard time not chasing after it. Even though he's never - not even once - caught one, he never gives up hope. (that whole, not being able to climb a tree thing really hurts him).
Unfortunately I didn't see the squirrel or, apparently, the edge of the sidewalk, so when Scout took off in one direction, my body went the other direction and my ankle went some place completely different. The end result wasn't good.
Unfortunately we were over a mile in to our walk when this happened so the old RICE (rest, ice, compress, elevate) trick didn't take place for awhile. These pics were taken after we got home, so you can see how well that went. I, of course, did the smart thing and e-mailed Laura to see if we could do an upper body only boxing workout tomorrow. Oh, and I made an appointment to see my doctor, too, just in case.
After stressing that I needed to ICE ICE and MORE ICE Laura told me that Michael Jordan once severely sprained an ankle, iced it and was able to play the next night. The way I see it Michael Jordan's got nothing on me, right? Time to put on my boxing gloves!
**And if you're thinking you've seen something like this from me before, you just may be right...