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| 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, and brought me delicious smells of sweat and horse poo which she shared with me right there on the sofa. Mum doesn't normally allow smells like that on the sofa but she said she was "completely exhausted" which I think means "so glad to see my lovely soft Wuffle that I don't care". Something like that.
So, what has Mum been up to? Mum was very worried about her 18 mile run this week so last weekend she decided to do a build up run of 13 miles. She hadn't planned to but Mum says her tablets must have been starting to work because she woke up on Saturday feeling suddenly a lot less weary. She had planned to do parkrun but ended up doing 10 miles before parkrun and going straight into it. She claimed a half marathon before 10:00am is good for the soul. I'm not sure what the soul is but I think it may have something to do with her tummy because she didn't stop putting food into it for the rest of the day.
This week it got very, very cold. Mum gets nervous running on ice which I didn't understand at all until our walk on Wednesday when I stepped on a frozen puddle and something very strange happened. I slid. I wasn't sure I liked it, I slid for a long time. I put my ears back and woofed at it indignantly. Then I did it again. And wuffed at it again. I didn't like it at all so I did it lots of times and woofed at it lots of times to make sure it knew that.
Mum was determined to do most of her running outside this week despite the risk to life and limb - or at least ankles and knees - which I now understand. She did do her speed session indoors on the treadmill and was quite satisfied with the results. Mum has struggled to get her heartrate up too high without feeling quite unwell since starting taking medication for low blood pressure, but she thinks she's getting used to it because she wasn't anywhere near as slow as last week.
Today Mum's long run was 18 miles, making a total of 36 this week. Mum ran with a good friend, Paul. I know Paul is a good friend because he strokes my ears and lets his wife blame him for my special smells. Mum likes Paul a lot but has a funny way of showing it. Mum had planned a bit of an unkind route given she knows Paul doesn't like hills but Mum had decided the hills would be good for them. Mum was worried about the distance and the temperature, which was a balmy -4 degrees when they set out, but woke up feeling pretty good today and when she abandoned me to chewing the two legged pups and woofing at Dad for the morning she looked a little teeny bit bouncy. She hasn't looked bouncy for ages. Dad said this was spot on.
After about forever, just as I thought Mum must be lost or frozen or had some terrible accident, Mum strode back through the door looking very pleased with herself. Apparently, Mum had "destroyed" Paul. She claimed to feel guilty but I think she was a teeny bit pleased that she'd been able to. Mum said the run had been wonderful. The day had been perfectly cold and sunny, and she'd only come close to whimpering about cold hands once at the very start. Mum admitted this may be because she'd not been able to feel her hands past about mile 4. I tested this out by having a little nibble of Mum's gloved hands and she didn't notice at all so I think she was telling the truth. The biggest two legged pup gave me away and told Mum what I was doing. She's such a snitch sometimes.
I am happy because Mum came back to me, all fine and safe and in one piece, and brought me delicious smells of sweat and horse poo which she shared with me right there on the sofa. Mum doesn't normally allow smells like that on the sofa but she said she was "completely exhausted" which I think means "so glad to see my lovely soft Wuffle that I don't care". Something like that.
So, what has Mum been up to? Mum was very worried about her 18 mile run this week so last weekend she decided to do a build up run of 13 miles. She hadn't planned to but Mum says her tablets must have been starting to work because she woke up on Saturday feeling suddenly a lot less weary. She had planned to do parkrun but ended up doing 10 miles before parkrun and going straight into it. She claimed a half marathon before 10:00am is good for the soul. I'm not sure what the soul is but I think it may have something to do with her tummy because she didn't stop putting food into it for the rest of the day.
This week it got very, very cold. Mum gets nervous running on ice which I didn't understand at all until our walk on Wednesday when I stepped on a frozen puddle and something very strange happened. I slid. I wasn't sure I liked it, I slid for a long time. I put my ears back and woofed at it indignantly. Then I did it again. And wuffed at it again. I didn't like it at all so I did it lots of times and woofed at it lots of times to make sure it knew that.
Mum was determined to do most of her running outside this week despite the risk to life and limb - or at least ankles and knees - which I now understand. She did do her speed session indoors on the treadmill and was quite satisfied with the results. Mum has struggled to get her heartrate up too high without feeling quite unwell since starting taking medication for low blood pressure, but she thinks she's getting used to it because she wasn't anywhere near as slow as last week.
Today Mum's long run was 18 miles, making a total of 36 this week. Mum ran with a good friend, Paul. I know Paul is a good friend because he strokes my ears and lets his wife blame him for my special smells. Mum likes Paul a lot but has a funny way of showing it. Mum had planned a bit of an unkind route given she knows Paul doesn't like hills but Mum had decided the hills would be good for them. Mum was worried about the distance and the temperature, which was a balmy -4 degrees when they set out, but woke up feeling pretty good today and when she abandoned me to chewing the two legged pups and woofing at Dad for the morning she looked a little teeny bit bouncy. She hasn't looked bouncy for ages. Dad said this was spot on.
After about forever, just as I thought Mum must be lost or frozen or had some terrible accident, Mum strode back through the door looking very pleased with herself. Apparently, Mum had "destroyed" Paul. She claimed to feel guilty but I think she was a teeny bit pleased that she'd been able to. Mum said the run had been wonderful. The day had been perfectly cold and sunny, and she'd only come close to whimpering about cold hands once at the very start. Mum admitted this may be because she'd not been able to feel her hands past about mile 4. I tested this out by having a little nibble of Mum's gloved hands and she didn't notice at all so I think she was telling the truth. The biggest two legged pup gave me away and told Mum what I was doing. She's such a snitch sometimes.
Mum hasn't got a very long run next week, because she's doing a 10 mile race on Sunday. Mum is very much hoping her Vizsla Rescue vest will have arrived by then and that she can race in it with pride. If you haven't and you can, please do think about sponsoring Mum for this marathon. Vizsla Rescue are a fantastic charity, Mum is working incredibly hard to do this despite her body, and is determined to run this marathon well while wearing her Vizsla Rescue vest with pride.
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| Delicious post long run Mum |
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