A great "waste" of time
Today I got up and decided that I'd had enough running the local roads. Unfortunately, no one plows any of our local trails. I debated whether is was worth the trip to Syracuse to run the Onondaga Lake Trail. In some ways it felt like it would be a stupid waste of time to drive over an hour there and back to only run a handful of mile, but I just needed a change of scenery. So we packed up a lunch and headed out. The dogs were happy to be in the car not caring where we were going, just that we were all on a trip. I needed my sunglasses on for the first time in way too long. We arrived at the trail and found it PACKED with walkers, runners, a few brave bicyclists, and many dogs happy to be out in the warm sun. . I ran with Booker while Marc walked Sisko. It was, to be honest, a rough start. Booker was way over-stimulated from all the people and the dogs. Right off the bat we had a Goldendoodle lunge at us as we tried to run by - which Booker thought meant...