Tonight’s run with Dixie felt like one of those small adventures that sticks with you. We headed out at 7 p.m. for a dark February run, and somewhere along the path a whole pack of deer drifted toward us like shadows. I tried to catch them on the vlog, but the camera didn’t quite pick them up—and the moment felt longer and more dramatic in person than it looks on video. Still, it was a good outing: ten minutes of running, seventeen minutes of walking, and just over a third of the whole session done at a run. Not bad at all for a winter evening. I felt good, tired in the right way, and aware that I’ve got a six‑day week ahead of me. I’m both excited and anxious for it, but I need the money, and the cold weather coming probably means busy days. Busy is good.
Dixie has been glued to my side ever since we got home. She’s sitting beside me now, perfectly content after being fed, watered, and taken out for a run. Moments like this make me feel like I’m her number one in the house, at least for tonight. There’s something grounding about ending the day with a tired dog, a quiet room, and the sense that I showed up for myself even when the weather and the week ahead feel heavy. It’s not a big story, but it’s real, and it’s enough.
I stayed in aerobic zone 3 for most of the run, taking it easy so I wouldn’t burn myself out before my work rotation starts. It ended up being a good night overall—Friday the 13th, a dark run, and the kind of quiet atmosphere that makes everything feel a little more alive. Running really is its own kind of therapy, especially on nights like this. Dixie and I finished feeling tired in the best way, ready for whatever the week brings.
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