As much as I love Cash, I was being a bit of a brat this morning as I tried to get everything ready to go, like diapers, wipes, snacks, toys, pacifiers, and blankets. Patrick can always tell when I am frustrated, (I guess I don't hide it well), but I just really did not want to take Cash with me for the hundredth time. (I know I have so many people offer to take him for me while I run, but I am stubborn, and I hate to arrange for a babysitter because I'm spontaneous about the times that I decide to run).
Anyway, back to the point: Patrick threw out a comment that really stuck with me the whole dang run. "At least you are healthy enough to be able to go do anything you want." It was nothing profound, but my mind quickly realized how ungrateful I am. Really, how lucky am I that I have the health to do whatever I want? So who cares that Cash has to train with me? Besides, I get to run with the world's cutest training partner. Love you Cash!