The poodle was the pacesetter...
Mood:  celebratory
Now Playing: Tiny Dancer -- Elton John
I went jogging on Friday. My friend, Gina, wanted a jogging partner, and my butt needed to be jogged, so I suggested we start running together. I'm not sure what possessed me to volunteer. I need the exercise, but Gina has run marathons. We're not exactly at the same fitness level.

It worked out surprisingly well. She encouraged me to push myself. When we wanted to stop, we'd set a goal to keep going to a certain point. This especially pleased Gina's dog, who apparently never gets tired. I shocked myself by making it to that point every time. And we talked, more than I'd ever talked to her in the year I've known her.

When it was all over, I realized just how far I'd gone, and I actually felt more energized than I had before I'd begun. I want to keep this up.