I've had a tough week. Kona and I have a choreographed morning routine. Skipping it this week to stay away from foxtails has been hard for me. Because Kona is sensitive in the afternoons and evenings and often needs more space, mornings with a wiggle-butt goofy trail dog are special. I'm missing my Kona trail time.
On another personal note, my "tendinitis" (In quotation marks because I know it's something else, but need to work through some insurance nuts and bolts before I can see a rheumatologist) has not been happy with my decreased activity level. I didn't realize how much my trail runs helped me. The joints in my arms and neck have caused me more problems this week, which worries me.
Trying to get Kona out of the house this week has also served as a reminder of how many fears she still has. Neighborhood walks have been short and a trip to a park this morning left Kona shaking. Kona just can't handle normal neighborhood activity and there are times when that just sucks.
So now that I've depressed everyone, it's time for a pick-me-up. After nearly bursting into tears when we got home from our failed park outing, I decided I needed a plan and an attitude adjustment.
I'm going to get to explore high mountain trails with my trail dog this summer. I already explored an incredible canyon this week. I thought I could make it out to our mountain trails only once a week, but I'm going to make it out there twice. On the in-between days, I'm staying flexible with how to exercise my athletic canine. It's OK if she doesn't get out of the house. I'm not a horrible handler if I milk her obsession with water. She can chase the hose to burn off steam. As for me, I can hit the streets to get my run.
And for a daily dose of Kona. . .
We'll find our happy moments, on or off trail.