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Wet, windy road

Denali

I woke up this morning to the clap of thunder and the splash of rain drops in already formed puddles.

It was not a good day to run. Not a good day at all.

"I could run later," I thought to myself as I shuffled to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee.

But as I turned around with my cup in hand, Denali was just sitting there. Sitting there with that face, the one that says, "Come on, Mom. Let's GO!"

It's a face too cute to resist, and I just couldn't say no to my faithful running partner. Not even on a morning like this morning. So I put on my gear, grabbed a ball cap and went out. And you know what?

It was actually pretty OK-- very little rain and not too many puddles. In fact, my socks didn't get wet until the last mile, though the same can't be said for Denali.

It was a great run to for Denali and me as we kick off training for another half-marathon, the Rock 'n' Roll Chicago on Aug. 1. (I completed my first, the Flying Pig, May 2.)

The half-marathons are something I've started to do because of Denali.

For one runner, a half-marathon is something she does for her dog. Check out this must-read story over at Runner's World. A tear jerker for any animal lover.

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