Autumn 2017: I did the Beachy Head 10k with my friend’s dog, Brontë, after my daughter’s dog Taylor - who I’d done all the training with - was injured in the run up (no pun intended). My calves were agony after 8k as she was a much faster dog.
Spring 2018: A Half Marathon by a different organiser - I was a little under prepared (but not much). Again Taylor couldn’t do it either. I did it thoroughly dogless; it was FREEZING- we all got sleeted and snowed on. I came last, but hey I finished 😁 And in the evening I started throwing up, like the rest of my family had been doing the week before.
Autumn 2019: The race is a little over a week away. I am thoroughly prepared or the 10k. As is Merlin. Except he came into the kitchen to eat his dinner last night and left a trail of bloody footprints behind him because he’s cut one of his pads - I have no clue how, as it was fine after our walk in the afternoon. He’s probably not going to be healed in time to run with me 😢