After a while, I started running short distances and still she fit in. In fact, she would push me to my limits. The best part of that was when we got home she would sleep for the rest of the day. But as I added more distance I slow started to see she would not be my running partner. I was sad but I knew that would happen one day.
However in June 2013, Baylee and my fiancé joined me for a 5K, Dog Day 5K to be exact. I will never forget that day. She was so excited and we decided to let her dictate the pace. She wanted to go so we went, soon my fiancé was getting frustrated because we were going too fast. We finished the first mile in around 13 minutes. Yes, I know that isn’t fast but when you have a 120 pound dog and someone who doesn’t do any exercise that is great time.
Half way into mile two I could tell that she was starting to slow but she kept a good pace. The second mile took us something around 18 minutes. The last mile, while that was a joke but a great time. My fiancé was now telling Baylee and I to hurry up (it was really Baylee but remember we decided to let her dictate the speed). That last mile plus took us over 20 minutes. Baylee pretty much had had it, she laid down several times and took a lot of coaxing to get going (she was just fine we checked with the vet before doing the walk and she had actually did 5 miles in May with no issues). We finally saw the finish line and wouldn’t you know it my fiancé finished before me because Baylee was in no hurry. He still won’t let me live it down. But we all finished and have a great story to tell because of it.
But now she gets to join me on my journey again even if she is just lying next to me while I write. So just know that each time I write a post I had a partner helping me…