My dog had never been running on a track, but we both needed the air and I thought,
whatthehell. I could keep up to her pace pretty well and I was hoping it would reduce her late night whinning at the apartment door.
As I came around for my second lap I noticed a runner who often appeared there on weekdays. She was quiet and not showy, and was not one of the stop watch queens who were checking either their heart rate or quarter mile times as they scooted around.
This lady seemed more along the lines of:
"work off pounds and try not to pass out."
That's OK by me. I'm no lean and mean. And, it's not like she was heavy, she looked healthy enough, with firm legs and a full T-shirt. It was just that she wouldn't fit into the pencil thin running shorts. The kind some of the high school girls wore who appeared to be training for marathons or modeling school. Basically, she was a grown woman, as opposed to a girl. I started thinking about Gwen here and realized that her presence would either scare her or attract her to us. Some people hated dogs, and got angry they were on the track at all. Others loved them, and would pull off their routine to pet and play. When we got close I saw her lean toward us as we came into the turn. Also, seemed to be adjusting her handkerchief, always a good sign.
OK Gwen, we're going in....