I can't resist getting my geek out a bit....
Yesterday was #runstreak day 8. My furry little buddy and I ran a total of 2.5 miles through the surrounding mountains.
We left the house in good spirits, full of caffiene and dog treats. The walk started like any other, we stop to watch the kittens downstairs, wait for the gate to open and then sniff the shubbery on the wall in the entranceway.
Once we start trotting, it's all uphill from there. Literally. We trotted for our longest time yet, stopping only to sniff the wheely bin we pass every day and bark at a passing van. It seems pointless, but obviously that scared it off because it ran away pretty quickly. Duh.
Once we start trotting again, we come to a short downhill section. You might think that this is a release from the uphill struggle of climbing the face of a mountain (ok that might be "slight" hyperbole) but then your butt has to wake up to stop you rolling down the hill on your face like a sausage roll wrapped up in running tights and an iPod.
At the bottom of the hill, I consider dying, but then realise I have my inhaler in my pocket. My new inhaler....
It's a REVELATION!!! I never realised that running wasn't supposed to be a permanent torture of having a vice tightening around your chest!! It's very exciting to have lungs that behave (mostly) like a "normal" person's. That's not to say running becomes easy, but it certainly is nice to be able to breathe. Quite a luxury.
We trot down the hill and then up and down another one - our longest trot yet. We didn't even stop to sniff the wheely bin on the way back.
We explore the other side of the t-section that leads from our house, down and up a hill, to where we saw a dead cat and a massive cow just the night before. Thankfully the cat is gone, but we have to stop and attempt to sniff the area where it was by pulling on the lead. We progress further up the hill then we've ever been and that's when it gets scary.
A massive, hulking, terrifying mass is ahead, shrouded in darkness, eyes shining out at us. Naturally we have to bark and hide behind our human at this before realising it's a garbage bin. Thanks Lili, my little braveheart, don't worry, I'll walk towards the scary massive object while you hide behind me ;)
We stop to sniff an oil spillage before turning back, when a calamatous set of events makes Furface the scatterbrain lose any sense of mission. A dog barks right next to us as a (completely harmless) man walks out of his garage. Of course this means that we have to jump a metre forward and to one side, yanking our human along with us.
We manage to trot the rest of the way home, only stopping to growl at a passing van because it made us jump when it passed over a grate and made a sound.
If I didn't know better, I'd say Furface is scared of the dark...
Once we get home, we dash around on the balcony a bit, before eating (and patiently waiting, hoping for some of the food from the table) relaxing in front of the fire. Perfect :)
What are you doing this evening? I'll be spending it with my partner's family, who have the rather dubious honour of trying my attempt at Christmas lunch tomorrow! ;)
Merry Christmas everyone! :) If you're not celebrating Christmas, I hope you have a lovely weekend!