This wouldn't be a huge problem except that there have been multiple times that her distraction has caused me to trip and fall. She looks off to the side, her rump bumps into my calf while I'm midstep, and I fly forward into a full, bouncing belly flop on the concrete. It's not fun, and it hurts more than a little. Neither are twisted ankles after she's clothes-lined me with the leash. Beyond that, it's just not good for her to be scatterbrained when we're out, not paying a lick of attention to me and what we're doing.
And I'm consciously working on being a leader who approaches a run as a gift from God - something to be grateful for. Until a week ago, I've always approached running as a task on my list, a means to an end, whether that end be a marathon or weight loss. It's always been a chore. But this morning, as we set out in the gray hush of dawn, I reminded myself how incredible it is that I can run. That I have a simple, reliable way to calm my mind and work out energy and instill contentment in my soul. And I tried to keep my mind in the moment and focused only on moving forward.
I'm a work in progress. But, as usual, I'm working on it. And in the correct direction this time.