I’m not kidding. This morning was OUT. OF. CONTROL. with the throwdowns.
And let me tell you, she was already in my bad books. When we got home from the kennel on Sunday she had a bath right away…and then, while still slightly wet (because you’ve seen what happens when I try and take a blow dryer to her) she BEGGED to go outside in the backyard. Against my better judgement, I let her out…only to to curse myself 5 minutes later for having let her win.
Then last night, I catch her digging ANOTHER HOLE!
I’m NOT ok with this. But let’s be honest here, when she gives me those puppy dog eyes asking to go out back, I cave EVERY SINGLE TIME.
Sooooo…I haven’t posted much this week because I’ve been sick. With this horrible sore throat. That WILL NOT GO AWAY. And it zapped the life out of me.
Last night, when my friend Marc found out that I wasn’t feeling well, he showed up at my house with soup and a movie. Hmm…I think THAT is how a woman is to be treated, no?
After not having run since Monday morning, I forced myself to go this morning despite having what feels like sandpaper for a throat – but I felt that the mental benefit I would get from the run would outweigh the risk of making whatever I have, worse.
And then followed up with 10 handstand pushups!
And the dismount!
Big adventures happening this weekend…
Tonight, if the weather cooperates, I will be doing an event that involves 1 mile and 4 beers. And hopefully no puking.
And Saturday, I’ll be doing an event that involves 6km and lots and lots of mud.
Update coming on Monday! 🙂