June 3, 2013
Out with Hera for a training run. The canal had water running. The sun was beating down. The mosquitoes were on steroids. Music singing to me. It was a perfect run. Everything was going along just fine, until is was not. Not paying attention I lost track of her and before I knew it we were tangled up. Like a tree falling in the forest, I fell to the ground making every attempt not to land on or hurt Hera. Maybe I was not as graceful as a tree falling in the forest, but I fell just as hard. With a cut on my elbow and possibly a sprained ankle, I got back up and finished my run. Always be aware of where your dog is when running. Lesson learned.