Oh, She’s a Mother Alright…
In keeping with my rant against Mother Nature I woke up this morning, looked out the window, squeezed my eyes shut real tight, raised my fist to the heavens and went, “%&*#$%^@#&%@#$%&!!!!!”
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaargh!”
I promised The Beast last night that we would get out for a run this morning and I didn’t care if it was snowing. She looked at me with a dreamy gaze of complete worship as though to say, “Oh, thank you, my dear mummy. I can’t wait and I know, this time, you’ll come through for me. Because I just love you so much and despite your previous many disappointments I can see the commitment in your eyes and I just love you so much and am sure that this time. This time. This time. You will be true to your word and we will go out for a run. Cuz you know I love our runs soooooo much. Almost as much as I love you, dear mummy.”
Of course, when I made this promise to my perfect, adorable, lovely doggie, I knew She wouldn’t actually bring snow and that my word was a pretty easy one to keep.
Well, while She did not deliver snow to this here Western Slope, she did bring cold, rain and wind.
Triathlon is two months and counting. Doggie staring at me with expectation from doggie bed. I can see it in her eyes. The eternal forgiveness. Like she knows I’m gonna pee on her hopes and dreams yet again. But she adores me anyway.
Ugh! This is one helluva grudge.
