You choose, we deliver
If you are interested in this story, you might be interested in others from The Journal Gazette. Go to and pick the subjects you care most about. We'll deliver your customized daily news report at 3 a.m. Fort Wayne time, right to your email.

Wet, windy road


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.