I took Guinness out this morning, it was reasonably cool, and I just find I’d rather have a dog that ran beside me, rather than behind me, as Sinner does. I always feel I’m forcing him to come with me and he doesn’t want to be there. I left the mp3 player at home so I could keep focussed on the dog, and I left the bumbag of treats behind too, it’s really annoying to have it bouncing on my waist. The dog was great!! He loped along beside me on the grass, and barely raised a puff. He wanted to say hi to a black and white dog, and just about pulled my arm off at the socket!! Got back under control, and continued, only to meet a black Labrador. He then proceeded to pull my other arm off at the socket. Did a huge poo at the 2.5km mark (Guinness, not me!) and I discovered that the poo bags I had stuffed down my socks had fallen out somewhere. Fortunately the owners of the aforementioned black and white dog had a spare poo bag so I could clean up. We did 6km together, and he was an absolute joy to run with. I’m so going to enjoy going out with him, but will be increasing his distance quite slowly, he’s still quite young.

Feeling quite directionless at the moment as far as running goes. I just seem to go out and run around the block, without any point or purpose to it. I tend to be the type who really needs things like this spelled out - today you will get out of bed and do blah blah, and without that, I get out of bed and run around the block, same old way I always do, and it’s getting quite uninteresting. Been thinking about a coach, there’s a couple at hubby’s running club, or there’s apparently online running coaches - don’t necessarily want to slot that into the budget, but don’t want to take up hubby’s only night out in the week either.

The weekend is here again. I have found fragments of an insole from an Asics shoe strewn through the hallway, courtesy of Guinness. I need to go and get ready to take the kids to gymnastics.

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