This evening after work I had some time to kill. Danny was working late and it was too hot to walk Gracie. So, I decided to head out on a bike ride.
42 minutes and 7.10 miles later I returned home. While this is not the farthest that I have done on the bike – it was my farthest solo ride to date. It was also somewhere around 103 degrees outside today – so, to say that I was a hot sweaty mess afterwards would be a bit of an understatement.
Gracie was NOT pleased with me for leaving her home alone. After she spent a minute licking my gross, sweaty legs she had a bit of a barking fit and demanded that I take her into the back yard to play.
Does anyone else’s dog make them feel like a huge asshole for leaving them to squeeze in some exercise? Because mine has mastered the fine art of guilt tripping.
