This is Frita. Her name used to be Chrissy but due to the fact she tends to produce the unmistakable odor of dog, we've changed her name to Frita (feminine version of Frito). When I worked my 8-5, I did really well on running regularly to the point where all I needed to do was but my shoes on in the evening and she came running. She would loyally trot next to me as I jogged the track that's across the street from my house. It wasn't unusual to even have two of my cats running with us a couple times. Of course, as cats are too good for anything humans and dogs do, they would inevitably sit down at the beginning and watch us sweat it out.Now that I work nights, I feel so bad for poor Frita. I get up from my second nap and she gets so excited when she sees me put on my shoes. My dilemma is exactly how do I fit in my running now? Granted there is a good 30 minute window from when I get home and the kids need to get up but at this point, my feet are throbbing and the last thing I want to do is run. It's still to cold to bike, maybe yoga?
