When we first brought our Labrador Retriever home, he was a seven-week old ball of energy and curiosity. It took some time to name him, as the family had the hardest time agreeing. It was so challenging, in fact, that we almost went to therapy over it.
In any event, our pup was eventually given the name “Eli” and he quickly became a most lovable member of our little family.
Eli arrived right before I took up running again. He may have even been an catalyst for my decision; albeit an unconscious one. After all, I hadn’t run for close to 15 years, and just nine months after Eli’s arrival, I was lacing up and hitting the roads in local 5ks.
Labradors have A LOT of energy, and so do I, so maybe we both needed to run.