My Fitness Pal, Steve

I've been trying to get some exercise lately, wearing my Fitbit and trying to make sure I reach 10,000 steps daily. Sometimes, I use the treadmill to cap off the day and get a little cardio in, too. Every time I get on the treadmill, Steve joins me, probably because of this experience:

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.