We started running January 1. Papa thought it would be – interesting? painful? – to run every day in the month. We have a short 6.5 km route near the house that gets one good hill in and is short enough to always find time for. My reasoning is that if I have time to watch an episode of some tv show on Netflix, I have time for a run.

Well, we’re now in February. I think Papa made it every day in January, I managed 29/31 (30/31 if you count a day of hiking as equivalent to running). I can honestly say that after 29 days, its starting to feel almost normal. Almost. Now that we’ve accomplished the month, Papa thinks it would be – neat? crazy? – to try to do it every day for a year. A year!

Of course, on January 9, Papa moved up to Cape Croker for his intensive. He’s home Thursday night to Monday morning. So I lost my best running partner during the week. However, I have my second best one:

He stops more than Papa. But he makes up for it with his fuzzy good looks. He also talks less law.