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My Thoughts On The Rad Dog Release N Run Leash

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Disclosure of Material Connection: I received a Release N Run Leash for free from Rad Dog in consideration for a gear review. All opinions are mine and honest in nature

If you've been anywhere near me, then you know that Miles is a huge part of our lives. If you haven't met Miles, here is a picture of him when he was just a baby pup. Miles is a Mountain Cur.



Now, he will be 2 in December, and he's still just as adorable. He thinks he's a huge lap dog. He loves to lay on the back of the couch. It's ridiculous, but we love him.




He is my running buddy, but he's also Hubby's hunting dog. This means that he's outside a lot. When I run with him, he's usually on a leash. When he's with Hubby, he's usually off leash once they are in a safe place away from traffic. Hubby uses a tracking collar, but he needs a leash when they get near roads, or when he needs to make sure that he stays out of certain areas.

I wish we would have had the Release N Run l…

I Ran

Mentally and physically in pain - I ran. I ran from the fact that I thought I was possibly pregnant. Until my pelvic region was gripped by pain last night and then I knew that I wasn't. Or if it had been, it no longer was. I ran from everything that I hated about myself. I ran from the fact that I can't even do something that is natural such as make a baby. I ran from every flaw. I ran from the fear. I ran and I cried and I cried and I ran. Strangers stared at me. I know they were trying to decide if I was in pain or just plain crazy. I wanted to look at them and say, I'm a little of both. I ran until my breath was ragged and no more tears would flow. And then I turned around and I ran toward love. I ran toward the love of my husband - a man who puts up with me when the reality is there are times that I wouldn't even put up with me. I ran toward the love of my family. I ran toward the love of Self, and the love of friends. I looked over and my eye glanced at some graffiti scrawled on a pole. It said "the future is unwritten". A smile crept across my face .... And I ran toward hope. Not hope that someday I would be a Mom as I know that may never happen. But the hope that someday I will stop defining myself by the lack of motherhood, or that not being a Mother makes me somehow less of a person. 5 Miles and 48:51 later, covered in sweat and salt - no longer crying.

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