I say this is taking your jogging a little too serious. (stop rolling your eyes at me, I can see you, you know). She's just lucky I didn't plow my car into her while I was looking long and hard at what the hell she had going on.
Apparently when we moved into our new home in February, we were not given the memo about morning joggers, walkers, and bike riders. I'm sure I would have remembered reading it. I can imagine it would go something like this.
Welcome to our little town of Herriman. We are all fit here. You will be required to take up the follwing activities. You must jog. At least every other morning. The opposite days, you will be required to walk. And on a special occasion of your choosing, you may ride a bike. You may do this in groups, or alone. You may use this time to walk your dogs. You will own the road. You will rule the land.
Honestly, this morning alone I must have seen 25 different people obeying the law of the city. I was dodging them left and right. I felt out of place in my car. I have lived in a few different cities around town and have never seen as many people out being healthy as in our own little city.
I refuse to obey the rule. Remember, I didn't get the memo. I'm up and down walking around my work all day long. That counts, right? But this picture is like one I have never seen before. I was totally blown away. Fitness chick was jogging with her 2 dogs. Not one, 2, and she had something I have never seen before. (now all you dog people might own said contraptrion but it was new to me.
Now, I have to go. I hear a donut calling my name.