Some days.

Some days require a bit of bribery.
We head out to the trail every day, because we both need the exercise. She needs it because her border collie genes require that she runs about eighty miles a day on top of catching the ball six hundred times and herding everything with a pulse. I need it because it keeps me from sinking into dark valleys and because three years of full-time work and DU classes has taken a physical toll on my ass (literally and figuratively, and I am too frugal to just adjust and expand my wardrobe).
Some days are easier than others.
Some days, we both race to the trail like we have been counting the seconds before we could get there. And other days are a little more challenging. Those days, I need to clean house/do laundry/pay bills/deal with insurance companies/read for classes/write papers/apply to grad school/do yardwork/a million other things, and I want to do anything but head to the trail. And still other days, I just want to burrow under my covers and sleep in.
But still, we go. We might be faster and go further on the good days, and we might slog through on the challenging ones. But, no matter what, we go. And we will go tomorrow, and the next day, and the one after that. Because even if we are just slogging along, we are always better for it, and always glad we hit the trail. Even if one of us may require ample treats along the way.

Peace and love and treats and trails, buttercups. xx

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