An experiment

Before we started our marathon training, every time I would put on running clothes and shoes, the dogs (rightly) saw that as their cue to run to the back door because we were going on a walk or run. Well, as of late, that hasn't been the case because we've been running more miles than they could run...at least that's what we assumed.

This week, we decided to do a little experiment though, after Will ran to the door and was waiting for us to take him with us on our run--we knew he had run 2 miles with me before, so we though that just maybe he could run the 5 with us.

Not so much. He took off full speed for the first mile and a half or so and then totally pooped out. We ended up only doing two and a half miles because he was pretty much walking by that point and his tongue was hanging out of his mouth so far it was practically touching the ground. We must have looked pretty funny dragging our panting dog behind us, shouting words of encouragement to him, as we tried to run.

And then, he proceeded to spend the rest of the night lying on the floor in our bedroom, looking at us like, "What's the matter with you? Are you trying to kill me? Why did you make me run that whole way?"

I feel ya' buddy.