I usually spend Thanksgiving Day alone with the animals. My two children celebrate Thanksgiving with their mother, and her husband’s family. The kids and I then celebrate our own Thanksgiving with my parents on the following Friday. This year’s Thanksgiving Day was on a cold, cloudy, rainy day. I decided that I would kick off the day with a longer run, that morning. I started out with about thirty minutes of calisthenics, Jiu Jitsu warm ups, and some isometrics.
I hooked up Lucky, our large SPCA alumnus, to his leash, and walked out of the front door and into the morning’s steady, light rain. Lucky is a larger, older dog, but he still loves to go for jogs in just about any kind of weather. He is a happily spoiled member of our family; preferring to stay indoors, unless he is on a leash.
We wind our way around the neighborhood streets. We have the streets all to ourselves, this morning. I have on a GoreTex shell over a hooded sweatshirt, and my son’s Under Armour long sleeve shirt (which he normally wears underneath his football pads), and a pair of sweatpants.. Lucky is a curious breed, in that he is relatively short haired, and yet he sports a rather substantial undercoat this time of year.
Lucky and I hit our stride at the two mile mark. He leads the way, without tugging at the leash. I can’t help but notice the raw beauty of Northern California in the rain, during this time of the year. The leaves have all changed colors, and the grass is still green. This morning’s rain throws these two together into an interestingly beautiful collage of pastels throughout most of the jog.
The air is still chilly, as Lucky and I make our way past the three mile mark. This is usually where Lucky struggles a bit, as his limit is usually at the 2.5 mile mark. Lucky continues to keep up with me as we make our way home. He shakes himself off as I stretch next to the curb, in the rain. Lucky is in good spirits when I lead him into the back yard.
I am a multitasker. As a single parent, I have to be. At about the three mile mark, into our run this morning, it dawned on me that Lucky hadn’t been bathed in quite awhile. The football game wasn’t scheduled to be aired for another thirty minutes, … Yes, Lucky got a bath on the patio, that morning. I drew warm water from the bathtub, and carried it to the patio. After I dried him off, I proceeded to stretch, shower up, and make a snack for Lucky and myself as we settled into a morning of televised football. Fun is where you find it. A long morning jog in an autumn rain, capped off with a warm shower, snacks and football on the television. A fun way to celebrate a little downtime.