Walking in the rain
It has been raining for a couple of days now and poor Rex hasn't even got a chance to go for a run (as they do). I'd thought if it drizzles, we might just be able to have a quickie..hhaha (not that quickie). I got Rex on his leash and we did, Rex was bursting with energy and starting sprinting! Damn and I mean sprinting! Not, the kind of sprint you do when you are rushing for the pair of jeans on a mega sale. No siree..It was a Carl lewis kinda sprint. Thank god I work out and have been running on the threadmill for a month now. The run seemed like forever and it was! We ran almost 1 km none stop & I'm not kidding you coz I know how a kilometer feels like. You start sweating like a pig (smell like one too), you legs starts to wobble like a grannie, your brain starts screaming for oxygen, your mind goes cookie for a bit.. Yup, that's a one kilometer. I had to stop and gave rex a little tug and he cordially did so. Whew..300 calories gone..I've definitely need to replenish. So, we made another 100 meters of brisk walking and it rained! OK,. I told to myself.."hey i have just burnt 300 calories, another mad dash home would mean another 300, I'll end up looking like Olive Oyle,..!! Heck No! So, we walked,..slllooowwwwlllyyy.. A tortoise would be so proud. But know that it felt good. Me & Rex walking in the rain, drippin'. He loved it. Rex just adores water. I am even in the midst of building a small pool for him & Bobbi to splash about at home. Thank god I have a large area for them to scatter about,.. more like a football field..hehehe. Thanks dad! Inheriting a large piece of land is just super. Well the dogs love it. So there we were, wet but smiling away. We stopped for a while, looked into his eyes just to check if he is fine walking with daddy under the rain. A twinkle! Nice.. After getting drenched for 20 minutes, we finally reached home. Rex and me ran into the bathroom and showered!! Took me 1 minute to dry off (i have less hair or fur obviously). Rex wriggled, rubbed against the wall, then the floor, then dashed towards me with the towel wide open. He loves that, snuggling his head as he ramped into the towel like a bull to a matador. Nice and dry we headed to the kitchen for a bite...Ah, how wonderful life is. Rex ,..you are one true joy!
Tennis Quote From My Favourite Player
" I think about that sometimes - learning to play in a parking lot, stringing nets between cars. I learned to play by hitting against a brick wall, not a ball machine or other players. And my Father was my coach - teaching me from a twenty year-old book. When I hear people say that you can't make it in tennis if you don't have a lot of money, I know they're wrong. We didn't have much money. But I loved the sport and that was enough." - Monica Seles -
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