I ran with one of my Canicross groups on Halloween and then nothing until last night.
A few of you know that my own doggy jogging buddy is having a few health issues at the moment, so last week saw me at my own vet’s with her, and Monday saw us driving to Surrey for - what turned out to be - an overnight stay at a super duper veterinary hospital. Followed by me driving back the next day to fetch her. Which in turn was followed by us having to adjust to a totally different food - designed not to upset her stomach* - as well as meds to take before she can even eat.
I should have had time to run. I kept meaning to run. But... it just didn’t happen. And then I fell over with a migraine/stress headache.
Last night I was due to take part in an after dark event with Taylor Beagle (my daughter’s dog) so as I already had a lift to the venue arranged with a friend, off we went. There were maybe about 30 or so Canicrossers there, and about a dozen of them were members of groups I belong to/know from other events. I actually started out running with one of our newer members, but she and her awesome Pointer soon outpaced me and Taylor.
It was a Maverick event and the atmosphere at the start ‘village’ was lovely, and increasingly very twinkly in the growing darkness as more runners turned up and donned the glow stick bangles that were handed out at registration and put their head torches on. It was also really cold, so I had a pre-run coffee - not normally something I’d do - and very damp underfoot. So damp that I actually changed socks just before the start!
The - oh so very muddy - course was well marked with reflective arrows along with more of the glow sticks in trees as back up - though I had a few problems with reading the signs myself, I think that was more because I was wearing a chest torch so the angle the light was hitting it at wasn’t right. Everyone followed the same route for much of the time, with the middle and long route runners having extra loop(s) to complete somewhere in the middle before rejoining is short route people. There weren’t many marshals but the places the routes split were manned, which was the most important thing. I haven’t heard that anyone got lost, though I did run most of the second half with a lady called Kim who had gone a few hundred yards down the longer route path before being turned back by an eagle eyed marshal.
Taylor did really well running without doggy company, right up until the last few hundred yards. At which point she needed a comfort break and then got a bit distracted. Not even one of our regular running buddies zooming past had much of an effect, so we just ran/walked up the path to the finish and then ran over the line with one of her Pointer pals.
*Long term, but she’s a dog and it’s a major change of diet, even though we did introduce it over a few days, so short term it’s been a bit disgusting 🤢