Today I managed to consume ever so many more calories on a short 4K run/walk because I took my dog with me. His tendency to pull me along--and the savings in effort--was offset by his tendency to go bonkers every time some other runner went by with his/her dog. I had to make him sit and stay while the others went by, and I had him on a leash so short I could have superglued him to my running pants. By the time we were through, he was tired enough to be more or less obedient, and I hope that this routine will finally tame his "I'm so much smarter than this woman" attitude that makes him the height of gentlemanliness at home and a terror outdoors where he knows I can't force him to obey because I can't catch him.
My whole right side is aching from hanging on the the leash and correcting him. It's Advil time, as usual...
jueves, 17 de noviembre de 2011
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