Let me give you a quick bit of background.
Had a really fantastic run yesterday and then went and weighed myself for the first time in ages - 9lb down! So was already on a high. I tend to run every other day and strength train twice a week, whilst taking the dog for a walk between 30 minutes to an hour every day. Therefore...today wasn't a running day. However - mum and dad are coming over for a takeaway tonight so I know it's probably going to be a bit heavy on the calorie side. I also had to shop today so have been short on time. Trying to work out how I could bank some calories in advance for tonight I wondered whether or not the dog would object to us 'walking' at a somewhat quicker pace than she's used to. I figured it would kill two birds with one stone right?
So off we went across the very windy Lincolnshire fens, a brisk 5 minutes walking then I broke into a kind of speedy trot. Well the dog took off like a rocket all wide eyed and excited, tail sticking straight up in the air. I found myself laughing out loud as we ran at the sheer windy joy of it all. We stopped every now and again for a sniff and a wee (her not me, I promise) then we took off at speed again.
It's very strange for me to run in anything other than very light minimal clothes and with nothing in my ears but here we were, a slightly ungainly sight me in my joggers and sweater,phone clutched in hand,her with her tongue lolling and ears flapping.
The best bit is when we got back we'd done almost 5k in really fast time! (For me) so there you go. Running for the hell of it can sometimes mean you run better. And my face hurts from laughing. Let's hope the dog is up for this again soon - when she peels herself off the floor she's currently flat out on that is....