I've been a runner in the past, but all the huge dogs on the properties around us have had me scared these last two years. I finally summoned up my courage, found a running partner who's not scared of dogs, and hit the road this week.
Now, my running partner is only 8, and he's skinny as a reed, so in case an actual dog finds its way to us, we run with treats. I hope this is only a precaution, because running with your child means you have to protect him from dogs if one attacks. Heaven help me. Heaven help us both, actually.
We get up on the early side and run while the sun rises, marveling at our progress in just a week, and hawks on the side of the road, and dairy goats nibbling breakfast while watching us with big eyes.
The sun rises over the trail, round and pink and gold, and we go home sweaty, glad for the time together.