"Blog time, Mum!" I said, like the well trained Wuffle I am.  It's Sunday evening, so we need to do our blog post and help try and raise more money for those needy Wuffles. "Not today, Wuffle," said Mum.  I wasn't quite sure what to make of this.  Mum said she hasn't done a huge amount this week, but the true God of runners, Strava, says she's run 34 miles, so I think Mum is talking what she would call "bullshit".  I think Mum just means she hasn't done good runs, because she's been ill for almost all the week.  The 20 mile race last Sunday was the start of a few days of feeling properly unwell, and Mum has battled through some runs.  On Wednesday she got very upset at not being able to run 5k without one stop to be sick and another to use the facilities at the cricket club.  Mum said she did lots of crying on her friends afterwards at being so hurty, but then she felt better because she has friends to cry on and me to come home ...

Yep, that's the best photo from this race, 10 out of 10 for effort! When I last wrote about Mum's exploits she was enthusiastically engaged in an activity known to runners as "carb loading", and to the rest of us as "face stuffing like a greedy little piggy".  When Mum is busy, she often leaves the news on for me, so I have some voices to listen to.  I am a pup who is very much up on my current affairs, so I can say with confidence that if a no deal Brexit happens before the bakeries have had time to restock, we better hope that cinamon and raisin bagels and malt loaf are made in the UK, or there is likely to be a national shortage.  Mum was definitely very, very good at that part of training. Sunday was Mum's first big build up race to the main event.  Mum was very nervous about running 20 miles.  Mum felt weird about this.  She's run 20 miles on a number of occasions last year, and indeed farther, but she knew she may have issues ...

Mum is about to leave me forever. "Not forever Wuffle, just the weekend," she said.  "Forever, Mum, that is absolutely forever, what will I do without you forever?" "I will miss you lots, but it's not forever, it's two nights, and Auntie Zoe will be here," Mum said. Well, that changes things a bit; I still don't want Mum to go but Auntie Zoe is ace.  She has more dangly things than anyone else I know, and pom poms, and fluffy bits, and I think we will have a lovely time.  But I will still miss Mum. I had a sudden thought, "Will Auntie Zoe feed me, Mum?  She's never fed me before!" Apparently Auntie Zoe will feed me, Mum has left her chicken and eggs and rice for me, and none of that biscuit rubbish that I'm sure should be meant for cats.  She will take me in the garden for my wees and poos, and snuggle me on the sofa.  Phew. The reason Mum is abandoning me possibly for almost forever is that she is going to do a race on...

After being thoroughly bouncy last week, Mum has been, well, less bouncy this week. She says she is tired, not the tired she should be from running lots of miles, just tired.  I am making sure to check on her frequently to see how she is doing like a good wuff should.  I check in on her at 2:00am, then around 4:30am, then finally around 6:00am I drag her to the sofa by her dressing gown so we can spend some quality snuggle time under my holey blanket.  Mum seems to look more tired every time I check on her at the moment, I wonder if I should be keeping a closer eye? Mum didn't have a long run on the schedule this week, but she did have three runs of around 10 miles.  One easy, one with intervals, and one hard.  Mum has had a couple of days this week where she's felt better than she has for months, and then a few days this week where she's felt really poorly.  While she did the distance, she said only one of those runs went properly well.  One wa...

Pre long run Mum Mum is happy and I am happy.  At first I didn't realise Mum was happy because she didn't jump or chew things in excitement, nor did she woof at a cat.  Poor Mum hasn't even got a tail to wag and she very seldom even wiggles her bottom which Dad thinks is a shame.  But Mum is definitely happy.   Mum is happy because the last 10 days of training have gone much better than she expected given her current health issues.  She has run 36 miles this week which she says she couldn't have imagined doing four weeks ago when it became clear she was definitely not well.  She's been working as hard as she can and while she says she's "off pace", she isn't tired all the time.  I've been quite worried about how tired and poorly Mum has been so I've been making sure to woof her up three times a night like clockwork this week to check she's all OK. I am happy because Mum came back to me, all fine and safe and in one piece, a...