My Marathon

A long time ago in a far away place my dog Molly and I hiked a marathon. We didn’t set out to do that, but by the time we finished, that’s what we’d done. It was December in the year 2000 or 2001. Molly was already a pretty old dog — 12 years old. She was my best friend. She was — to me — much more than a dog though being a dog is already a pretty amazing thing. Iย thought we’d hike 7 or 8 miles, but the day was so beautiful, windy but not too windy, just windy enough to clean the air an bring the sky close. As we hiked, I’d think, “Wow, I wonder what THIS looks like today” and we would go there. Fortunately, there was drinking water on the trail from a good well that flowed into a trough for the dog.

We started at the Meadows Information Station on the Sunrise Highway about 9 am. By the time we got back, it was dark and my feet hurt in a wonderful new way. The bottoms hurt when I put my foot down; the tops hurt when I lifted my foot and the top hit the laces and tongue of my shoe.

 

I checked my map when I got back to my truck and computed the distance. I was stunned. I had walked the distance between the mountain and the outskirts of San Diego. 26 miles. And, I was starving.

Not long after that, Molly was no longer up for a long hike. Time began to tell on her joints as happens with larger old dogs. I think that day was a great gift of long distance spontaneity, my only marathon and I shared it with her. โค

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10 thoughts on “My Marathon

  1. You would defintely qualify for an officer’s commission in the Swiss Army, although I think they have to do 50 kilometers Even in my best days, 10 kilometers was the limit and that was long ago. Well done.

  2. “Dogs lives are too short. Their only flaw, really.” (Agnes Sligh Turnbull ) Molly looks like a real buddy. I’m glad you got to enjoy her company for one last really good jaunt before she left you.

  3. I remember when I used to walk from one end of Boston to the other … from one town in Martha’s Vineyard to the other and didn’t think much of it. But this old dog’s joints grew old too. Molly was a beauty and remind me very much of Bish. They get old too soon and it appears, so do we.

  4. That was touching. My mind drifted onto my long-gone furry pals as I read it, and I smiled as images of them surged in my mind. It is now a cold and unpleasant Wednesday morning as I write this in response, but thanks to you I am wrapped in warm memories. Thank you.

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