Running Partners

Some days it just doesn’t come together. This was a recovery week, so I had a 6 mile run planned. It was a bit chilly so I bundled up, got Tracker outfitted in his Halti collar (so he doesn’t drag me down the trail) and left the house. Tracker is great on the trail when he’s not on leash – he obeys voice commands, is well behaved and a great running partner. But lash that leash on him and he makes me a believer in animal euthanasia. As I stepped of the curb on to Wahsach he performed one of his most annoying habits: he goes from a run to a dead stop right in front of me. I run over him, trip and fall flat on my face in the middle of the street. I made every attempt to make a graceful recovery and get up in front of oncoming traffic, but I suspect that I made a great story for someone that morning. The run didn’t get any better, and after a mile I turned around, headed home, took a hot shower and went back to bed.