My little dog is not impressed with me going for runs without her. She doesn't think it's fair that I get to go for a run and she doesn't. Of course she forgets that sometimes she doesn't want to actually run and instead sits on the footpath looking at me as if I'm a crazy person.
So today I took her for a walk first. She ran. She walked. She retrieved sticks from the water (only up to her knees - she doesn't really like to get wet but does it to keep me happy). We talked to other people and other dogs and generally had a lovely walk.
Then I went for my run. It was hot. Again. I almost let myself not go, because let's face it my muscles are still hurting from all the gardening and painting I've been doing while on holiday. But in the end I went and I'm glad. Plodding along relatively slowly so as not to upset my tired muscles, I managed to run the 5k route from home and back. I walked part way up the two big hills, but that's okay because as I said it was hot, and at least I was out running. It took me a long time to stop 'glowing' afterwards. In fact I was positively dripping for some time - ewww. But I felt very virtuous, and very healthy, and very glad that I had managed another run.
Now my dog and I are relaxing. Life is good.
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