Well... think crazy puppy rushing around... away from owner, back to owner, through puddles and over broken branches and you get the general idea.
Nope.. not really a dog.. but me. Let me explain.
As some of you know, I have, like so many, been crocked for a couple of weeks.. first tentative outing Thursday! Yesterday, Husband, who has also been crocked.. suggested he went for an initial, after illness walk and why didn't I go with him.. I could do some slow jogging and walking, and we would keep meeting up, as we knew the route he would take. Good idea.
We set off at a reasonable pace, beautiful morning and plenty of time to soak in the first warming rays of a wintry sun. Evergreens glossy and the tattered brown leaves of a resilient beech, hanging like shards of old parchment and blowing ever so gently in the light breeze. We head down the hill and I start a slow jog.. husband heads for paper from the shop by the station.
I was breathing okay , so not too worried... I headed along the main road into the village and then back to the shop to meet husband coming out. We followed a route, through the back track ways between the big houses, hidden behind the huge conifers and oaks, first walking together and then me shooting off for a three minute jog, then back to husband, and a walk, then a five minute jog and repeat. Followed this pattern for three more repeats. Me avoiding large puddles and pot holes...(his walking route is not one of my running routes...) up and down, round and about. It suddenly occurred to me, that I was actually behaving like a small dog.. walking steadily by my owner, then running off, then coming back! This was made so much worse by husband.. oh so funny... actually throwing a small twig... Fetch!
Unbelievable.! Fits of giggles, not conducive to breathing steadily and much to the amusement of a dog walker.. with a real dog! Husband then suggested I do a final burst and head off to get the coffee on! Yes, right. Seriously, it was different, and it was fun... but I think we may go our separate ways , literally, for further outings! I like the me time of my run, and to let my thoughts ramble, and to take things in.
However, for a second day out after illness, it was not a complete fiasco. I am able to jog again and at a reasonable pace. I am going to repeat Stepping Stone on Monday and build up again steadily. Very relieved!
I think he will be quite glad to do his own walks again too.. the idea of a small grey clad thing leaping around in front of him, disappearing and then reappearing must seem quite surreal...