I got home today and King looked up at me, then looked up at his leash, then looked back up at me with a "question mark" look on his face. I took that as, "Dad, let's go run 3.1 miles." I took him up on it. Well, he ended up running me for 3.1 miles, I just held on for dear life! With my dead weight, King only ran it in 24:53. I'll be ready for next time!
As I sit here with King panting uncontrollably next to me, and my legs screaming profanity at me...I'm not sure who's more tired!