We had a nice run, M and I. We did our usual walking track, through the forest and the dunes and the beach and back. But this time we did it as a running training, well, kind of a running training. As I wrote before M does this training that feels more like playing than like a heavy workout. I like that, I always prefer playing above serious stuff. The catch in this method is that it feels like playing but actually it is quite a workout, M tells me. I wouldn’t know about that, it doesn’t feel like a workout to me. It is just fun, hiking through the forest and the dunes. The pace is not running to me, just a slightly quicker walk.
On the beach M sets me loose so I can do some real running. This morning I ran as fast as I could through the water and I raced over the sand. I am the fastest dog on the beach! I love it.
After this we returned home, M running and me trotting next to her. It would be nice if we could run together, but M would have to become zillions times faster than she is now. She has been training for some time and it hasn’t happened, so I guess this is it for her. P is too slow for me too. Now I think of it: I never met a human who is as fast as I am. So I guess I will have to run on my own. Well, that is okay, I don’t mind.