I think I told you that I had a house guest over Easter. Here he is.
He really is the nicest dog and I was secretly hoping (albeit not very confidently) that his owners would forget that I had him. A training run with Padster didn’t go particularly well as I told you last time but I know that he has run the parkrun 5k in the past so decided to give it a go. Edinburgh parkrun has a rule that runners with dogs start at the back so once I was changed and ready opposite the start I tried to get Padster to move to the back of the field. But he wasn’t for moving. He’s an intelligent dog but clearly didn’t agree with the rule about dogs starting at the back. Just as I thought our trip had been in vain the runners set off and he was haring off like a greyhound after a rabbit. Now this was embarrassing for two reasons. One we clearly weren’t at the back of the field and two the combination of speeding dog, long attached lead and yours truly in a mass of runners could only lead to one thing – a calamitous pile-up in front of the race director and volunteers. A lifetime parkrun ban flashed before my eyes. Somehow I reigned him in and we diverted as far right as I could without taking out the bemused volunteers.
Let’s be kind and just say that from there on Padster had forgotten how to pace himself for 5k. If he had kept up his initial pace it would have been an outright pb for yours truly but of course he slowed and would actually have stopped at another few points if I hadn’t kept tugging him on. We finished in 23 minutes 3 seconds which I reckon is a pb for Padster. He gave me a dirty look when we finally finished and flopped to the ground for a rest.
So another week and no pb for me. Desperate times call for desperate remedies so I’m now going to try the one thing I haven’t properly done – a strict diet to facilitate weight loss. It will be painful and I’ll be even grumpier than usual. But I have to try it. Any secrets of dieting success that you can pass on?