We kind of dropped the treadmill training after we got invisible fencing and the dogs could run freely outside, but since I've been getting on it again these days, I sometimes have to fight our lab, Steve, for space. Milo, though, is right about where he was last year in terms of his feelings about treadmills:
He and Ted wrestle, instead, while Steve and I take a little walk.
Steve usually only lasts a minute or two,
long enough to get a little bit of kibble and then chicken out
(which is fine with me, because I have to go faster than three mph
to get my heart rate up).
I'm also happy to note that I went to yoga today
for the first time since rotator cuff surgery in August!
It wasn't always pretty,
and I couldn't always do the same movements that everyone else was doing,
and I'm now sitting with ice packs on my shoulder and lower back,
but it hurts so good.