Pretty sure Bruiser and I just ruined someone's marriage proposal.
Started to have some feelings this afternoon and couldn't focus on work, so I decided to burn it out with a run. Did the usual loop and it didn't feel like enough, so we ran to the off-leash park, and I did laps while he socialized. Rather the opposite of our usual dog park visits. Ran until I couldn't do anything but think about keeping up my pace and couldn't imagine that I'd be able to run all the way home again. Did it anyway. No idea how far it was or for how long I was gone. Didn't care enough to track it today. Whatever 3 times through Explosions in the Sky's All of a Sudden I miss everyone album works out to, give or take 10 minutes. That's how long.
Anyway, at one point we're flying through the trails on the edge of the UVic campus where I had to put him back on leash. We go down the same steps we've gone down dozens of times into this nice clearing with a set of stairs going up the far side, and Bru decides that this time, he 's going to run around a different side of the tree at the bottom that I am. The trail's half mud from the rain last night and this morning. I slide sideways trying to stop and throw the leash from hand to hand around the tree, and may have uttered a curse word or two quite loudly. Into the air, not at Bru.
Pleased that neither of us was jerked to a halt by the leash (Bru didn't even break stride), I turned to get back on course and see that we're not alone in the clearing. There's a young couple there, staring at us wide-eyed. The man was half crouched, so I think he might have been on his way down to one knee. I just looked away, focused on getting to the stairs back up, and tried not to slip in the mud. At that moment, I suddenly get to the end of the leash, and am snapped half around to see that I'm getting a dirty look from Bru for yanking him back into action and now allowing him to stop for his usual drink out of the creek. Such creatures of habit, Bru and I.
Started to have some feelings this afternoon and couldn't focus on work, so I decided to burn it out with a run. Did the usual loop and it didn't feel like enough, so we ran to the off-leash park, and I did laps while he socialized. Rather the opposite of our usual dog park visits. Ran until I couldn't do anything but think about keeping up my pace and couldn't imagine that I'd be able to run all the way home again. Did it anyway. No idea how far it was or for how long I was gone. Didn't care enough to track it today. Whatever 3 times through Explosions in the Sky's All of a Sudden I miss everyone album works out to, give or take 10 minutes. That's how long.
Anyway, at one point we're flying through the trails on the edge of the UVic campus where I had to put him back on leash. We go down the same steps we've gone down dozens of times into this nice clearing with a set of stairs going up the far side, and Bru decides that this time, he 's going to run around a different side of the tree at the bottom that I am. The trail's half mud from the rain last night and this morning. I slide sideways trying to stop and throw the leash from hand to hand around the tree, and may have uttered a curse word or two quite loudly. Into the air, not at Bru.
Pleased that neither of us was jerked to a halt by the leash (Bru didn't even break stride), I turned to get back on course and see that we're not alone in the clearing. There's a young couple there, staring at us wide-eyed. The man was half crouched, so I think he might have been on his way down to one knee. I just looked away, focused on getting to the stairs back up, and tried not to slip in the mud. At that moment, I suddenly get to the end of the leash, and am snapped half around to see that I'm getting a dirty look from Bru for yanking him back into action and now allowing him to stop for his usual drink out of the creek. Such creatures of habit, Bru and I.