My running buddies
This is Chinook. She’s a 6 year old Border Collie mix who enjoys barking at squirrels, chewing bones, playing with toys, and lying on the back of the couch looking out the window or on the top of the hot tub in the sun like a cat. Nicknames include Nooks, Nooksie, cat dog, or when we are slightly tipsy Schnorks.
This is Switch. He’s two and half and very silly. His hobbies include stealing things like shoes and dish towels and putting them in his spot to lie amongst his things in glory, shredding paper towels, stealing Nooksie’s bones and toys and putting them in the yard and crawling into your lap for snuggles. He is a small dog in a big dog’s body. His main nickname is Mister Switch. I’m not sure how his nickname is longer than his real name. We’re not even clear on when we started calling him that but it stuck. Occasionally shortened to Mister or BaBAH. Emphasis on the second Bah. Again, no idea where that one came from. Svelte made fun of me for calling him that but I’ve now caught him calling him BaBAH a few times. Sucka!
The next picture is hilarious. Switch is saying “I love everything and I’ll just sit here happy until I get that treat you’re holding!”. Chinook is saying “hey lady, you’re not my mom, give me the fecking treat.”
Photo credit for all three of these goes to the Ginga Ninja. A good friend who comes all the long way to my house to let these guys out when I’m working and Svelte is away on business trips. She rocks… and her name comes from her amazing red hair! I work long shifts and I’m not sure what I’d do without her.
So these guys will be training with me for the next 18 months. At first I thought it would be trickly cause I couldn’t move my arms much when holding the leashes. I need to move my arms when I run. I suspect most people do, although what I know about running can be summed up by this: move forward faster than when you are walking. Anyway, I came up with a method to tie them to my pack on either side of me so I didn’t have to hold the leashes. They heel pretty well, not amazingly well, but good enough to tie them to me and not be skiing behind them. They’re a little in front of me but they are not pulling.
Why wear a pack, you say? Welp, in my neck of the woods I need to carry bear spray and a bear banger and my phone (music is essential to me) even around my neighborhood. A belt won’t do. There’s too much pudge right now for that to stay in the right place. So I bought a super nice Solomon running pack with a water bladder in it. I love it and it looks ridiculous and tiny on me. But I care not! I can suck back that water, listen to my tunes, tie my dogs to it and have all the bear protection I need. Score! I’ll put a photo of it up another time.
Did my second C25K run yesterday and loved the shoes. I’ll wait for a bit more time in them to share any more detailed thoughts but after one outing I’m optimistic they’ll be great. I’m a LOT less sore than the first time and my ankes are golden.
Tomorrow is run #3.