A Day In The Life…
There was a thread on a forum I read about photographing different instances during your day, and putting it in a forum post. Things such as breakfast, where you run, your work space… sounds like a nice idea, but I’m not sure my day would be at all interesting. Except maybe to Hubby, who I’m sure wonders what I do with myself all day
. I may try it.
Guinness and I did our 10k loop yesterday morning, before the kidlets were up. It was chilly so Hubby lent me his long sleeved running shirt. That helped a little. It was funny - on Tuesday when I was out with the kidlets, Guinness did a poo and I bagged it and picked it up. I usually carry them in the front part of my bumbag (after the disaster I had while holding it in my hand with Ecky Thump), but when I got home, it wasn’t there. Bizarre. Anyway, when I went out yesterday, it was lying on the grass in it’s dew covered bag. I must’ve missed my bumbag. I picked it up anyway. We did 1 hour and a few seconds which included a multitude of pee stops and three poo stops.
I remember reading in an old running magazine at the podiatrists about a Border Collie who trained with his owner for a marathon, and the dog easily did the 42k. I don’t doubt Guinness could build up to that, but that would mean I’d have to do it too, so I’m less convinced that it’s a good idea.
Today I’m off to a seminar by an American vet, who is advocating changing the dog vaccination protocol; she believes that dogs don’t need to be vaccinated yearly and in fact it’s detrimental to them. It should be interesting but I do believe if the annual vaccination goes out the window, it’ll have far reaching effects on veterinary services. If practice income drops because there are fewer vaccinations yet overheads remain the same, guess what will happen to the cost of desexing, or the price of treating a dog’s cough? Methinks pet insurance might be a good idea.
Running club tonight - it’s apparently a mile predictor where you don’t wear a watch, and you try and predict your time to run a mile, and whoever is closest to their predicted time, wins. I guess a prerequisite would be to know how far a mile is. Google is your friend.
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So, where is the photograph then ?