Okay, he's really not a small little dog. More like 76 pounds of furry goodness. This photo is appropo of absolutely nothing, but I haven't talked about my dog, Nelson, in a while. So here he is, patiently waiting for me to stop pointing a camera at him so he can go for a run. Taken last summer, Lake Tahoe, west shore.
Running update: I felt sluggish on my hour interval run tonight. Which I had to do inside on a treadmill, alas. On my fourth 3/4 mile interval at 8:20/mile pace, my editor walked up to me (I used the company gym) and started talking to me about one of my stories, even though it was 6:45 pm and we were done with work for the day.
I nodded my head and kept running, sweating profusely. I tried to talk to her while I struggled to keep pace, but I was out of breath. So after a few minutes, I stopped. Sometimes, I wish the gym was a no-shop-talk zone.