After a full week of running every single day Max hit his limit. He started with a 15 k run with me last Friday. Then between daily runs of varying lengths and some ball throwing on the beach, this dog was pooped!
I shouldn't have been surprised, after all, he's 8 1/2 years old, it's been hot out and he's badly in need of his summer doggy do. But I WAS, because Max literally lives to run. Everyone who knows him knows that I am NOT exaggerating.
We went out Friday morning for an easy 5k in a wooded area and this lil' ol' puppy was stalling the entire way. He had to pee at every tree, sniff every flower, greet every dog, look for every mud puddle ... you get the picture. Finally I just gave up and we walked most of it.
I snuck in a couple of pick-ups when he wasn't looking, but mostly I just accepted the "run" for what it was ~ a most decidedly non-run.
Here's my tired pooch at the end of our epic 5k! I just finished hosing him down. He actually loves that!
Needless to say, he didn't accompany me on our Saturday 16k run and today it's just a lovely walk to the beach where he can watch me drink my Starbucks and then maybe, just maybe, if he's a good ol' boy, meander down to the water and throw a few balls.
Happy Day to all you moms out there!