This morning's walk was reminiscent for me of eight-minute-a-mile jogs from c. 1976-1986, back when that felt like a pace I could maintain virtually forever. So, it was demonstrative of how far I have fallen. I walked Pam's Path in 1:06:55, with splits of 17:08, 16:58, 16:47 and 16:03.
Among Jo Sr.'s (as John Czarnecki refers to her) admirable traits were her ways of greeting me. When I came in from walks or trips away in my car, she would nearly always run from wherever she was to greet me. I'm not sure Joe Jr. will ever do that, but I did get him to run from the backyard by my making my universal pet-attracting verbal clicking sound after today's walk. He hesitated in my front yard but made it to the end of the driveway within a minute or so. We'll see how he progresses.
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