Twice a week I “borrow” a neighbor’s husky to run with Guinness (my own dog) and me. I have figured out his game. Some four legger in my past has taken a hit out on me, and the doggie mafia has decided that Tucker will be the one to do me in. What it comes down to is that Tucker makes me run 7:30-8:30 miles. Normally, I run 8:50-9:30, depending on if I have a tailwind, how hydrated I am, how annoyed or tired I am from work, and many other tiny details that add up to SLOW. When all is right in my little running world I can consistently run 8:45, but that’s pushing it. I’m afraid to stop my twice weekly runs with Tucker. What will happen to me? What repercussions will this cause? I am afraid. I dream of death by skijoring. I envision Tucker actually causing me to trip then gleefully dragging my body across busy roads, singing as only a husky can. Oh, Tucker, I just wanted to run with you. I wanted you to do what you were bred to do. Dog is no longer my co-pilot, dog is now to be the death of me. Literally. It’s a furry, furry world out there and Tucker wants me dead.
P.S. - Thank you, Tucker, for making feel like I can fly!
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