Fall and running

Normally the words fall and running shouldn’t go together.  Even with Brinkley by my side I can proudly say that I’ve never fallen while running.  That would suck.  I read a blog on Tumblr about a vet in CA.  She runs with her dogs.  Her and her doberman took a hell of a tumble the other day during a run.  She posted pics of a her road rash to her chin, arm, elbow, hands, and knee!!  Ouch!  She said something about having her leash wrapped around her arm.  That to me reads as an accident/tumble/trip-up/fall on your face in public crash waiting to happen.  

Brinkley and I use a buddy leash to run.  I have a leash like belt that goes around my waist.  And there is a separate leash that goes from the belt to Brinkley’s gentle leader.  If he sees a squirrel he can’t resist, when he tries to dart or yank, he’s pulling at my center of mass (new technical term I’ve learned this week) and not pulling my down by an arm and throwing me off balance.  I can stop in my tracks and Brinkley has no choice to stop in his tracks too.

Brinkley does so well with the buddy leash that sometimes I forget I even have it on.  He keeps right in line with me with some slack in the leash that I catch myself wondering if I could magically take it off without him knowing, if he’d continue to run right beside me.  If he knows it off, he’d be twenty feet in front of me, clearing my path of all squirrels and rabbits.

This afternoon we had a perfect fall run.  We ran down sidewalks layered with leaves and dodged leaves fluttering down from the trees like snow.  It was a great way to wind down from the day.  Week two of training is pretty intense.  We had one person wash out before lunch time.  I’m hoping the run cleared my mind enough to help me sleep equation free!

The rest of the night is going to be spent reading apple recipes, researching Daniel Allen, and watching Castle!!