Ironically, I felt the need to put on "exercise clothes," although I wouldn't think that any fitness guru would classify what I did as exercise. I laced up my tennis shoes and pulled my hair back in a pony tail (in case I got sweaty???). I made sure to take my phone with me in case I started out and got to where I couldn't make it back home. Cosby got up off his doggy bed, and with that we were up and out of here!
Ryan likes to joke that I walk at one speed now - slow. I prefer to say that I walk at the speed of a very pregnant woman who feels the pressure of a watermelon inside of her every time she moves. Either way, it was funny to see that even Cosby noticed the extremely slow pace of our walk. He would dart way up ahead on his leash and then look back at me to make sure I was still moving. I'm pretty sure that snails were passing us up as we walked down the street. Usually by the end of the walk I'm pulling him and trying to convince him that he doesn't not actually need to make friends with every fire hydrant and bush. Today though, I was just moseying along behind him and he got to sniff everything in his path. I'm sure it was quite the pathetic site to anybody that drove passed up. But it was nice to get out and enjoy "fall" a little bit. I am now back on the couch with my feet propped up.
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