Yep, that's me...the drowned rat with the dog. For the first time Belle went running with me this afternoon. She did...okay...I mean, she made it. That being said, does it count if she had to be drug home on the last mile? It rained hard here most of the day but seemed to slow down around 4. We set out and about 2 miles down the road it began to pour. I have to say that there is no feeling like running up a hill in 50 degrees and having to squint to keep the water out of your eyes. Totally glorious!
