Taking summer off means I can do a little more running. Especially with friends, it beats running on your own.
Summer track season has started and I've run a 5000 metres and a 1500 metres and also done three walks - 2 x 2000 metres and one 3000. Crazy event but someone has to do it.
Numbers competing have dropped off a little, some find it a bit daunting running on the track, compared to running cross country. Understandable I guess. Especially in the heat.
Early yesterday morning, I had a beach run with a couple of guys from the running group. They're training for some Special Operations Group trial which involves army-style running in difficult conditions. So we're running down the beach - but not on the hard sand, on the soft sand. Man that is difficult.
The regular group's Thursday night session was hills - eight sprints up a medium hill of about 300 metres. I was dead beat last night but I certainly enjoyed my dinner.
11/26/2004
11/25/2004
The Christmas Party.
Seymour on a deceptively hot day.
Blue went back to the kennels awaiting his new owner. Melanie said she had been unable to contact her in the last few days. I hope she hasn't had a change of heart. I'd be worried about Blue. Bit worried about him anyway. Couldn't get him near shops and he still shied at just about everything. He'll need the right kind of home and the right kind of owners.
Blue went into the kennel and out bounced Clyde. Melanie told me Clyde already had an adoptive family but still needs to go through the program. He's a bouncy blue-fawn boy, very big, too big to be a champion as they can't get round the turns. Good in a straight line though.
We ate our picnic under the gumtrees, there was a parade of greyhounds in fancy dress, a prize draw in which we won a silvery grey greyhound coat - very nice - and in the off-leash paddock, the 'hounds all tore around like mad.
Clyde enjoyed the trip home. With his new friend Goldie. She's thinking 'What's with all these greyhounds?' no doubt.
Blue went back to the kennels awaiting his new owner. Melanie said she had been unable to contact her in the last few days. I hope she hasn't had a change of heart. I'd be worried about Blue. Bit worried about him anyway. Couldn't get him near shops and he still shied at just about everything. He'll need the right kind of home and the right kind of owners.
Blue went into the kennel and out bounced Clyde. Melanie told me Clyde already had an adoptive family but still needs to go through the program. He's a bouncy blue-fawn boy, very big, too big to be a champion as they can't get round the turns. Good in a straight line though.
We ate our picnic under the gumtrees, there was a parade of greyhounds in fancy dress, a prize draw in which we won a silvery grey greyhound coat - very nice - and in the off-leash paddock, the 'hounds all tore around like mad.
Clyde enjoyed the trip home. With his new friend Goldie. She's thinking 'What's with all these greyhounds?' no doubt.
11/18/2004
Blue's new home.
Melanie called to tell me that they (Greyhound Adoption Program) have found a forever home for Blueboy. Great news.
We'll be handing him over at the premier greyhound adoption event for the year - the Greyhound Christmas Party at Seymour on Sunday. We'll pack a picnic and hope for fine weather.
Ever wondered what it is like to be among a hundred or so greyhounds and assorted other dogs, all tearing around off leash? Come to the Greyhound Christmas Party and you'll find out.
I think it was the highlight of my year last year. Our Billy enjoyed it immensely, even though we think he was already starting to suffer, as he just didn't want to run, God rest his doggie soul.
We'll be handing him over at the premier greyhound adoption event for the year - the Greyhound Christmas Party at Seymour on Sunday. We'll pack a picnic and hope for fine weather.
Ever wondered what it is like to be among a hundred or so greyhounds and assorted other dogs, all tearing around off leash? Come to the Greyhound Christmas Party and you'll find out.
I think it was the highlight of my year last year. Our Billy enjoyed it immensely, even though we think he was already starting to suffer, as he just didn't want to run, God rest his doggie soul.
11/09/2004
Blueboy stops in his tracks.
I've been fostering Blue, the greyhound, for two weeks and he was extremely timid to start with.
He would stop dead if he saw someone ahead, even walking away from us.
Gradually he got better, but today he seems to have regressed. Yesterday he saw some people crossing the road ahead of us, then someone flashed by on a bike and then the garbage truck came around the corner.
He dug his heels in and wouldn't move. I had to pat him and reassure him everything was OK and that garbage trucks don't hurt you, they just stink a bit!
Coaxed him home like that (Goldie the Brittany was with me as well, nothing fazes her). Then he forgot how to climb steps. I had to place his feet on them in turn, slowly up the five steps, just like the first day I had him.
He was actually at his best last weekend at the beach, where we went for a six kilometre walk - six humans and four dogs. He loved it and didn't shy at anything. Must be safety in numbers or something.
He's a good dog. Just a bit frightened. He'll improve.
He would stop dead if he saw someone ahead, even walking away from us.
Gradually he got better, but today he seems to have regressed. Yesterday he saw some people crossing the road ahead of us, then someone flashed by on a bike and then the garbage truck came around the corner.
He dug his heels in and wouldn't move. I had to pat him and reassure him everything was OK and that garbage trucks don't hurt you, they just stink a bit!
Coaxed him home like that (Goldie the Brittany was with me as well, nothing fazes her). Then he forgot how to climb steps. I had to place his feet on them in turn, slowly up the five steps, just like the first day I had him.
He was actually at his best last weekend at the beach, where we went for a six kilometre walk - six humans and four dogs. He loved it and didn't shy at anything. Must be safety in numbers or something.
He's a good dog. Just a bit frightened. He'll improve.
11/08/2004
Tragedy at Merri Creek.
I regularly run along Merri Creek, a pleasant meandering waterway through country-like surroundings to the north of Melbourne. I also walk the dogs, they go crazy with all the rabbits. We took a walk on Thursday in between the incessant showers.
By Friday the rain was even heavier, the creek had risen, and an elderly woman from my parish was tragically drowned trying to cross it. There is a low footbridge - which has no handrail - connecting Fawkner on one side of the creek to Reservoir on the other. There's no way she would have drowned had there been a handrail. The water wasn't deep enough to sweep her away if she'd been holding onto something, she probably just took off her shoes in order not to get them wet and then lost her balance on the slippery wood.
By Friday the rain was even heavier, the creek had risen, and an elderly woman from my parish was tragically drowned trying to cross it. There is a low footbridge - which has no handrail - connecting Fawkner on one side of the creek to Reservoir on the other. There's no way she would have drowned had there been a handrail. The water wasn't deep enough to sweep her away if she'd been holding onto something, she probably just took off her shoes in order not to get them wet and then lost her balance on the slippery wood.
11/05/2004
Here's to you, Charlie Brown.
Australia's top dog is Charlie Brown, a beagle who was once an unruly family dog. Now he's a quarantine specialist who sniffs out prohibited imports.
Now there's a job I'd like (the handler, not the dog). I might call the quarantine service and see if they need any handlers. Time for a career change!
Now there's a job I'd like (the handler, not the dog). I might call the quarantine service and see if they need any handlers. Time for a career change!
10/31/2004
Dog saves owner.
Great story.
Rottweilers are wonderful dogs in the right hands. The Responsible Pet Ownership people (I think it's a state government body) have a Rottweiler that they take to schools to teach kids about dogs. I saw it at the Royal Melbourne Show, you can do anything to the dog and he just sits there smiling. I was cuddling him and petting him, he was like a big baby.
Shame some of them get into the wrong hands. The dog gets the blame.
Rottweilers are wonderful dogs in the right hands. The Responsible Pet Ownership people (I think it's a state government body) have a Rottweiler that they take to schools to teach kids about dogs. I saw it at the Royal Melbourne Show, you can do anything to the dog and he just sits there smiling. I was cuddling him and petting him, he was like a big baby.
Shame some of them get into the wrong hands. The dog gets the blame.
10/28/2004
Guessing the age of a dog.
Maybe there's a way, but I don't know. Blue is brindle, medium to small for a greyhound, and well-behaved. We don't have any papers, so we don't know his background or anything about him.
(We will find out more from Melanie, the lady from the Greyhound Adoption Program. There is a photograph of Melanie at the Seymour kennels in this article, essential reading for anyone interested in greyhounds or animal welfare. Registration is required and easy.)
When walking, Blue stops dead if he sees people, dogs, cars - anything - approaching. He is very timid. So far I have taught him to take food - gently - from my hand (initially he was hand-shy, he would move away if a hand came near him) and to walk up and down steps. Table-surfing we are working on. Last night he stole a pat of garlic-and-parsley butter I'd set aside to go onto a piece of steak. Up he came behind me - I didn't hear him because of the sizzling steak - paws on the kitchen bench and swipe! before I could say No! He loved it.
He's a lovely boy. In the next week or two he will start to be more affectionate and less diffident. I wonder what happened to him in his earlier - racing - life.
Hmm.
(We will find out more from Melanie, the lady from the Greyhound Adoption Program. There is a photograph of Melanie at the Seymour kennels in this article, essential reading for anyone interested in greyhounds or animal welfare. Registration is required and easy.)
When walking, Blue stops dead if he sees people, dogs, cars - anything - approaching. He is very timid. So far I have taught him to take food - gently - from my hand (initially he was hand-shy, he would move away if a hand came near him) and to walk up and down steps. Table-surfing we are working on. Last night he stole a pat of garlic-and-parsley butter I'd set aside to go onto a piece of steak. Up he came behind me - I didn't hear him because of the sizzling steak - paws on the kitchen bench and swipe! before I could say No! He loved it.
He's a lovely boy. In the next week or two he will start to be more affectionate and less diffident. I wonder what happened to him in his earlier - racing - life.
Hmm.
10/24/2004
Blue.
On the way back from northern Victoria, called into the Greyhound Adoption Program's kennels at Seymour to pick up a new foster dog - Blue, a brindle boy with a bluish sheen to his coat.
We were greeted by assorted dogs running about - the kennel doubles as accommodation for any dogs (Goldie had stayed overnight) - and over by the main kennel was a small run with two greyhound pups, totally adorable black and white females. One had already been taken but the last one was still available. She was hard to resist, all legs like a baby foal.
The Greyhound Adoption lady told us that Eric's new owner had been in contact and Eric was doing fine.)
Then Blue came out, we packed him into the car and set off home. It is his first foster home and he couldn't get up the steps, shied at the shiny tiles in the laundry and then spent the next twenty minutes walking around the house sniffing every corner.
He was very hungry - despite his huge meal - and we had to use the water-bottle squirt technique to dissuade him from table-surfing. He got up to the kitchen sink at one stage and starting slurping the water, it wasn't too sudsy fortunately. Squirt, squirt. He's a quick learner.
He was very good overnight, settling onto the mattress we allocated to him and only getting up a few times. Perfectly house-trained, of course - despite never having lived in a house - greyhounds are extremely clean dogs and will not soil their surroundings.
Next morning, we fed them and left them outside to amuse themselves. Blue started barking at the fence so I stood at the bathroom window and aimed a few squirts of water his way. Goldie was watching me wondering what on earth I was doing. Blue couldn't see me. I felt like a sniper.
Soon he settled down and they both went and snoozed on the lawn, listening to the birds chirping in the early morning sunshine.
We were greeted by assorted dogs running about - the kennel doubles as accommodation for any dogs (Goldie had stayed overnight) - and over by the main kennel was a small run with two greyhound pups, totally adorable black and white females. One had already been taken but the last one was still available. She was hard to resist, all legs like a baby foal.
The Greyhound Adoption lady told us that Eric's new owner had been in contact and Eric was doing fine.)
Then Blue came out, we packed him into the car and set off home. It is his first foster home and he couldn't get up the steps, shied at the shiny tiles in the laundry and then spent the next twenty minutes walking around the house sniffing every corner.
He was very hungry - despite his huge meal - and we had to use the water-bottle squirt technique to dissuade him from table-surfing. He got up to the kitchen sink at one stage and starting slurping the water, it wasn't too sudsy fortunately. Squirt, squirt. He's a quick learner.
He was very good overnight, settling onto the mattress we allocated to him and only getting up a few times. Perfectly house-trained, of course - despite never having lived in a house - greyhounds are extremely clean dogs and will not soil their surroundings.
Next morning, we fed them and left them outside to amuse themselves. Blue started barking at the fence so I stood at the bathroom window and aimed a few squirts of water his way. Goldie was watching me wondering what on earth I was doing. Blue couldn't see me. I felt like a sniper.
Soon he settled down and they both went and snoozed on the lawn, listening to the birds chirping in the early morning sunshine.
10/13/2004
Running notes.
Haven't posted anything about running lately.
We ran the 21.1 kilometre half-marathon and I posted about it but Blogger lost it. And then I lost it.
Anyway, the half marathon was a little over four weeks ago. T., a little over six months into her running career and having never run more than about 14 kilometres, completed the half in just over two hours.
Since then, we've had a few training sessions with the group, I strained a hamstring and took a week or two off but now I'm running again.
Last night we had a time trial of 1000 metres, 600 metres and 200 metres on the university track. It was the first hot night for the season.
After the 1000, I've never heard so much coughing. The heat, the pollen and the nature of the 1000 metres really got to everyone. When you run that kind of distance it really hits your lungs. New runners think they're having an asthma attack or their lungs are about to explode or something, but it's simply the demand for oxygen for a period of time when you are working extremely hard. A longer, slower run or even a shorter one doesn't have the same effect because the oxygen uptake isn't the same. There was a ten minute rest in between each trial and afterwards we went for a twenty minute warmdown jog. Added to the stretching and warm-up at the start, the whole session took almost ninety minutes.
We ran the 21.1 kilometre half-marathon and I posted about it but Blogger lost it. And then I lost it.
Anyway, the half marathon was a little over four weeks ago. T., a little over six months into her running career and having never run more than about 14 kilometres, completed the half in just over two hours.
Since then, we've had a few training sessions with the group, I strained a hamstring and took a week or two off but now I'm running again.
Last night we had a time trial of 1000 metres, 600 metres and 200 metres on the university track. It was the first hot night for the season.
After the 1000, I've never heard so much coughing. The heat, the pollen and the nature of the 1000 metres really got to everyone. When you run that kind of distance it really hits your lungs. New runners think they're having an asthma attack or their lungs are about to explode or something, but it's simply the demand for oxygen for a period of time when you are working extremely hard. A longer, slower run or even a shorter one doesn't have the same effect because the oxygen uptake isn't the same. There was a ten minute rest in between each trial and afterwards we went for a twenty minute warmdown jog. Added to the stretching and warm-up at the start, the whole session took almost ninety minutes.
10/12/2004
At the vet's.
Well, what a line-up.
Late afternoon sun streamed into the vet's waiting room as a bunch of scratching dogs waited patiently with their owners.
It's the spring itching season.
Goldie has been biting herself due to an allergy triggered by spring pollens. As have lots of other dogs.
We had seen a pair of beautiful greyhounds being taken from a van in the carpark. One had the most beautiful dark colouring around her Cleopatra-like eyes, almost like accentuated eyeliner. Just magnificent, beautiful dogs. Soon they came in with their owner and were taken through reception to a room in the back. They were hesitant, pulling back.
When we went in to see the vet, T. asked him what was wrong with the greyhounds. His expression confirmed her worst fears.
She turned pale. The vet was sympathetic - he's a greyhound specialist and sees a lot of this - but he's also pragmatic. Better that than to go to a bad home or be mistreated.
Goldie had her injection to counterract the allergy and we came away with a bunch of pills to help that and her arthritis.
The saddest thing was that Goldie, fondly recognising greyhounds, had run over to the doomed pair and they had given her a friendly lick. It was their last action in a too-short life.
Late afternoon sun streamed into the vet's waiting room as a bunch of scratching dogs waited patiently with their owners.
It's the spring itching season.
Goldie has been biting herself due to an allergy triggered by spring pollens. As have lots of other dogs.
We had seen a pair of beautiful greyhounds being taken from a van in the carpark. One had the most beautiful dark colouring around her Cleopatra-like eyes, almost like accentuated eyeliner. Just magnificent, beautiful dogs. Soon they came in with their owner and were taken through reception to a room in the back. They were hesitant, pulling back.
When we went in to see the vet, T. asked him what was wrong with the greyhounds. His expression confirmed her worst fears.
She turned pale. The vet was sympathetic - he's a greyhound specialist and sees a lot of this - but he's also pragmatic. Better that than to go to a bad home or be mistreated.
Goldie had her injection to counterract the allergy and we came away with a bunch of pills to help that and her arthritis.
The saddest thing was that Goldie, fondly recognising greyhounds, had run over to the doomed pair and they had given her a friendly lick. It was their last action in a too-short life.
10/08/2004
Goldie's appetite back to normal.
Every time we have a foster greyhound, Goldie rushes to her food and starts gobbling it down. Must be a dog competition thing.
It was worse when we had Eric, as he was the most voracious eater we have had. We couldn't fill him, the poor thing. He would eat all his food, eye off Goldie's and then look for more. He was particularly thin (the Greyhound Adoption Program lady was pleasantly surprised at how he had put on weight when she came to pick him up - we didn't really notice the gradual change) and ate absolutley everything including cheese, peanut butter sandwiches, vegemite toast, salami, lebanese bread (once he stole a whole round and filling from the benchtop!).
So Goldie had plenty of competition for her food and ate accordingly. Now that Eric has been gone for a week, she's back to being picky.
She's also scratching herself to bits, but that's another story - spring. We'll try the special shampoo, then the antihistamines if that doesn't work and then the steroid thing if that doesn't work. Off to the vet, I guess. We have the best vet, he's a greyhound specialist but will stoop to treating other dogs!
It was worse when we had Eric, as he was the most voracious eater we have had. We couldn't fill him, the poor thing. He would eat all his food, eye off Goldie's and then look for more. He was particularly thin (the Greyhound Adoption Program lady was pleasantly surprised at how he had put on weight when she came to pick him up - we didn't really notice the gradual change) and ate absolutley everything including cheese, peanut butter sandwiches, vegemite toast, salami, lebanese bread (once he stole a whole round and filling from the benchtop!).
So Goldie had plenty of competition for her food and ate accordingly. Now that Eric has been gone for a week, she's back to being picky.
She's also scratching herself to bits, but that's another story - spring. We'll try the special shampoo, then the antihistamines if that doesn't work and then the steroid thing if that doesn't work. Off to the vet, I guess. We have the best vet, he's a greyhound specialist but will stoop to treating other dogs!
10/06/2004
Arkie.
Had lunch with friends Yvie and Tim at Ray in Brunswick.
Yvie brought along Arkie, her 14-week-old wire-haired foxie. You've never seen a cuter dog. But naughty! Oh my, Arkie was bouncing around all over the place.
Goldie, 12 years old and 'over' puppies put up with her for a while and then finally gave a deep throaty growl when Arkie jumped on her back as she was reclining on the footpath (we sat outside in the sun). I put Goldie back in the car (directly across the road, in the shade) after a while, wound down the windows and poured her a drink of water in her 'travelling' bowl.
We had our lunch and Arkie, now skitting around under the table, started chewing my shoelaces.
Yvie picked her up and gave her a drink from her water glass.
Naughty puppy.
*
We were hoping to have a call from Eric's new home to see how he's going. Apparently the new owner had had a small dog killed by dogs next door and progressed to another dog which apparently bit her. The Greyhound Adoption Program lady assured us she would be a good 'owner' for Eric, and that another neighbour was a vet nurse and vouched for her suitability. Still I couldm't help wondering whether she wanted Eric, a big brindle, as protection of some kind. Greyhounds are so not like that.
Yvie brought along Arkie, her 14-week-old wire-haired foxie. You've never seen a cuter dog. But naughty! Oh my, Arkie was bouncing around all over the place.
Goldie, 12 years old and 'over' puppies put up with her for a while and then finally gave a deep throaty growl when Arkie jumped on her back as she was reclining on the footpath (we sat outside in the sun). I put Goldie back in the car (directly across the road, in the shade) after a while, wound down the windows and poured her a drink of water in her 'travelling' bowl.
We had our lunch and Arkie, now skitting around under the table, started chewing my shoelaces.
Yvie picked her up and gave her a drink from her water glass.
Naughty puppy.
*
We were hoping to have a call from Eric's new home to see how he's going. Apparently the new owner had had a small dog killed by dogs next door and progressed to another dog which apparently bit her. The Greyhound Adoption Program lady assured us she would be a good 'owner' for Eric, and that another neighbour was a vet nurse and vouched for her suitability. Still I couldm't help wondering whether she wanted Eric, a big brindle, as protection of some kind. Greyhounds are so not like that.
10/04/2004
Eric's new home.
Half-tailed Eric the greyhound went off to his new home and Goldie is lonely again.
We visited the Greyhound Adoption Program display at the Royal Melbourne Show. Several foster carers had volunteered to have their dogs on show. It was a very popular display and I hope more greyhounds will be rehoused as a result.
The children in particular loved patting the soft furry necks of these gentle, regal, misunderstood creatures.
We visited the Greyhound Adoption Program display at the Royal Melbourne Show. Several foster carers had volunteered to have their dogs on show. It was a very popular display and I hope more greyhounds will be rehoused as a result.
The children in particular loved patting the soft furry necks of these gentle, regal, misunderstood creatures.
9/13/2004
Eric.
A new foster greyhound, Eric, arrived.
Eric has lost part of his tail, god knows how.
When he's excited, it looks like he is waving a baton instead of swishing a nice long tail. Shame.
Eric is brindle and is a bit of an alpha male, jumping on the furniture and snatching his food. But he's a good learner and within 24 hours he has learned not to jump on the furniture.
On Sunday we took Goldie and Eric to Princes Park where all the dogs and their owners socialise their dogs.
There was a mastiff Irish Wolfhound cross, fierce-looking thing, name of Holly. There was also an extremely athletic Dobermann tearing around in circles. There were several small fluffy dogs and Eric didn't react to them so he looks like he will be fine with smaller dogs.
Goldie got a bit cross when the Doberman chased her and a few others entered her space. She had a bit of a bark at them. Poor Goldie, she's getting old. We took them home and fed them.
Eric has lost part of his tail, god knows how.
When he's excited, it looks like he is waving a baton instead of swishing a nice long tail. Shame.
Eric is brindle and is a bit of an alpha male, jumping on the furniture and snatching his food. But he's a good learner and within 24 hours he has learned not to jump on the furniture.
On Sunday we took Goldie and Eric to Princes Park where all the dogs and their owners socialise their dogs.
There was a mastiff Irish Wolfhound cross, fierce-looking thing, name of Holly. There was also an extremely athletic Dobermann tearing around in circles. There were several small fluffy dogs and Eric didn't react to them so he looks like he will be fine with smaller dogs.
Goldie got a bit cross when the Doberman chased her and a few others entered her space. She had a bit of a bark at them. Poor Goldie, she's getting old. We took them home and fed them.
9/08/2004
8/31/2004
Running notes.
Two weeks later, I'm still recovering from the 16 kilometre cross country so I've been taking it easy. Last Tuesday, I went for an easy run with Andrew H. and Belinda instead of doing 6 x 1200s - no way was I going to do that. Then Thursday, the program was 6 x 600s around Princes Park. I stopped after four. I said to Tony, 'I'm old and I'm tired and I'm over it.' He laughed.
This last Sunday, T. ran a 12k benefit race for the Mercy Hospital - a great course, started at the Coburg Athletics track and up the Merri Creek bike path to Fawkner and back. Her time was around 64 minutes, excellent time, she's improving. I minded the girls so I didn't race, we explored the creek and parkland around the track and then I ran in the afternoon instead - three laps of Princes Park in the late winter afternoon.
Tonight it's 8 x 1000. It's all a bit punishing at the moment. We'll see how we go.
This last Sunday, T. ran a 12k benefit race for the Mercy Hospital - a great course, started at the Coburg Athletics track and up the Merri Creek bike path to Fawkner and back. Her time was around 64 minutes, excellent time, she's improving. I minded the girls so I didn't race, we explored the creek and parkland around the track and then I ran in the afternoon instead - three laps of Princes Park in the late winter afternoon.
Tonight it's 8 x 1000. It's all a bit punishing at the moment. We'll see how we go.
8/23/2004
Davey's forever house - a correction.
When Davey went off to his forever house about a few weeks ago, I posted that he was going to a house with two children and two dogs.
We visited him on Sunday and there were more in the household than I realised: two children, two dogs, two rats and seven fish.
He's doing well. He gave me a lick of recognition.
We visited him on Sunday and there were more in the household than I realised: two children, two dogs, two rats and seven fish.
He's doing well. He gave me a lick of recognition.
8/20/2004
Training notes. Dog notes. What else is there? (Apart from food, of course.)
Sunday: In the morning, it was sunny so we took Goldie on a big walk around yesterday's sodden cross country course. It was still wet. In the far corner there was a bunch of hunters training their gun-dogs to retrieve and return. GSPs and the like. Wonderful to see working dogs respond to commands and clearly having such a good time. Afternoon: ran a couple of very dodgy laps of Princes Park - feeling the effects of yesterday's race. Met afterwards at the dog off-leash section of Princes Park where dog owners socialise their dogs. Always good for a laugh. All kinds of dogs including an English Mastiff, huge great dog.
Monday: pool and spa to soothe aching legs.
Tuesday: running session around Royal Park, meant to be easy but Tony the coach pushed it out a little. At least we went somewhere different.
Wednesday: rashly promised to run with Theo and the crew. They ran way too fast.
Thursday: one of last night's crew pulled out after one warm-up lap because he ran too fast last night! The rest ran 4 x 11 minutes hard - close to 3ks each. I only managed three.
Friday: nothing. And I'm planning an easy weekend. We're going to the beach and we're going to visit Davy the foster greyhound at his new forever home!
Monday: pool and spa to soothe aching legs.
Tuesday: running session around Royal Park, meant to be easy but Tony the coach pushed it out a little. At least we went somewhere different.
Wednesday: rashly promised to run with Theo and the crew. They ran way too fast.
Thursday: one of last night's crew pulled out after one warm-up lap because he ran too fast last night! The rest ran 4 x 11 minutes hard - close to 3ks each. I only managed three.
Friday: nothing. And I'm planning an easy weekend. We're going to the beach and we're going to visit Davy the foster greyhound at his new forever home!
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