In case you haven't heard, Bad Pete is a Bad Ass. He ran all 13 miles with me this morning in the heat. If you've seen my dog, you know he isn't built for running. He's the kind that looks a little more rotund than in truth he is. He's a lover, and he doesn't mind cold temperatures because of the extra he carries around the middle. Last time we were at the vet, I was told Pete needed to lose 8 lbs. He lost 12!
I kept both of us hydrated on the run. We were out the door before 6 am (we learned from yesterday!) and stopped at least 3 times for lots of water. When I got home, I was stretching on my back deck, and sweat was dripping from the bill of my hat. I rung out my top and adorable lime green running skirt. Ya, it was hot out. So I showered and "enjoyed" an ice bath. I thought I heard Pete coughing, but no - he was barfing. Poor guy worked so hard on the run that he puked. What a trooper!!
The run was tough, especially after Saturday's long workout, but I'm feeling pretty good. Its going to be IMFL, IMWisc and Redman before we know it! Time sure flies...
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