Well finally, Mum got out and did some running and got wonderfully sweaty. There's nothing better than a tired Mum lying on the floor with her dangly ponytail right there, and a fine crust of salt ready for the nibbling. Sometimes she even comes home with horse poo on her shoes. My Mum is great.
Mum doesn't think her first week of training has gone well, though.
Mum has carefully marked her completed runs off on her planner, which has made her a bit sad. Apparently a number of them have not gone entirely to plan.
Mum has also been poorly, and trying to deny it. I know Mum's been poorly because Mum has been making the most delicious smells that even rival mine and spending a lot of time in the toilet. Mum says I'm not to go on about that part but seriously, fantastically, delicious smells. She's also been sick quite a few times, which isn't nice. I once had to be sick lots after I ate something off the floor I wasn't meant to, and it didn't feel good.
I thought Mum should forget everything to do with running and curl up on the sofa with me. Mum often strokes my ears when I feel tired or sad, so to show her I love her I licked her ears while she lay on the sofa. Licked, nibbled, something nice like that. Oddly, Mum got up at that point and announced nothing was stopping her from running, and went to find her trainers.
Mum did all sorts of different runs that I don't really understand, I mean surely running is just running? You go in a straight line until something distracts you, then you turn around abruptly and go the other way, maybe tripping someone up at the same time. Sometimes when I do this I trip myself up which is extra fun, my legs keep growing at the moment, and it's confusing. Mum's legs seem to have stopped growing so hopefully she won't trip up.
She did a tempo run which she said was too fast, a hill sprint session which she said was a disaster, a parkrun which was apparently her worst in a long, long time, and a long run which was far harder than it should have been. Mum seemed particularly jaded after her parkrun, which she normally loves. Apparently Mum did the worst parkrun she's done in years and was sick at the end of it. Mum admits that she may be a bit out of shape as well as just unwell.
Then Mum cheered up, said "Wufflestuff, it's all OK because I get to come home to puppy snuggles", and decided that once she's feeling well next week she's just going to focus hard to get back in shape again.
This year Mum is raising money for Vizsla Rescue UK . I'm sure Mum will do the marathon even if she has to drag herself round, but I know it'd cheer her up no end if you put a paw on the big red button at the top of the page to have a look at why Mum's supporting this great charity, and maybe chuck them a couple of quid if you feel able to.
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