Born to run
Since I’m staying with my parents, I get to play daily with their two loving standard poodles. They are great dogs and full of energy (you should see them wrestle). But their energy is slowly becoming a problem for my parents, especially since my mother is currently injured. So after reading a post by Mosely over at Fitness Health and Food, I decided it would be a fun idea to take them out running. The longterm goal is to help focus some of their energy on running and less on being rambunctious.
My father suggested I start running with Layla, she is less likely to try to make running a game. On the other hand, she has a tendency to bark at every squirrel and bird she sees. I took my chances. We suited up, hooked on the leash, and head out the door.
At first she was uncertain of what side she wanted to run on; starting on my right and crossing in front of me to the left. I may have nudged her tuchus during the process. After that slight bumble, we were set to go. She was absolutely fantastic, I only had to direct her towards the road once or twice when she became distracted by noises. By my side the entire time, she was kind enough to go at my pace.
We started slow with a half mile loop around the neighborhood, then a quick stop where I offered her water on our driveway. She wasn’t all that interested, instead she was happy to keep going. Who was I to stop her? We finished up another loop and my Garmin proved that she is a fantastic runner. Following Mosely’s advice, I used a short leash (six feet) and I never had to worry about her going too far from me.
When we arrived home it was obvious that Mardi was getting jealous, he couldn’t understand why Layla got so much attention. So I hooked him into his Gentle Leader and we set off to check out his running abilities. My father thinks he is a stronger runner, but I was a bit skeptical. For the first 200 meters he kept leaping up and trying to hug me (he is quite the bunny), fortunately he got over this and began to run properly.
Then he decided to go to the bathroom. Sigh. I was glad I brought a bag with me, I took care of business and we turned back towards the house. Our second attempt around the loop was much better. Mardi decided to lead me and ran in front for a while. Or maybe he was mocking my slow pace. Returning home my father joked that he kicked my butt, apparently I was panting. Looking at our pace it seems that loop was my fastest of the day and a minute faster than my average.
So what did I learn? Layla is a perfect running partner, she doesn’t speed up or slow down at random. Mardi is a bit of a spaz, but a loveable one. Okay, maybe that wasn’t news. I’ll definitely be taking them out again this week. I hope to work Layla up to three miles before I leave for school, hopefully my dad will take her out regularly and get back into his running routine.
What about you, have you ever run with your four-legged friend? How did you get started and how far do you go now?
If you have any questions about running with your pup, I suggest talking to Jenny (or Mosely) at Fitness Health and Food. They’ve been running partners for quite some time and know what they’re talking about!