Well the run started out well! I let my dog off, and started jogging round the field. I really got into a good rythmn, then glanced back over my shoulder to see where the dog was. To my horror she was rolling on her back, legs up, and I just knew it was some disgusting substance, e.g fox poo. I whistled and she came straight away and my fears were confirmed.
So I changed my route to go down the canal. I had to run over a horribly lumpy bumpy field, where cows had been to get there. I almost broke my ankle a couple of times as well! Once on the canal, it was an enjoyable run. I love running next to water and it was fairly quiet and peaceful.
Once Laura had said bye, I had another 20 minute walk home. This was when I came up with the ingenious plan to try and 'wash' my dog in the canal! Long story short, I fell in to my waist, failed to get the dog in and had to walk home, me wet and tired; the dog happy and muddy!
I am now sat on the sofa with my feet up, tired, but looking forward to starting Week 3 on Wednesday. I am slightly nervous - it seems a lot longer running! But I will tackle it once I'm there!