After we walked for three miles, I noticed she was panting and obviously a bit tired.
When my son and his new wife went on their honeymoon, I offered to watch their dog. Fran is a 165 pound, two-year-old Airedale who has a lot of energy. She is a great deal of fun but also a lot of work. She’d like to be played with all day long. She likes to play tug-of-war, wrestle and fetch and constantly pawed at me for more attention. The dog and my son often go on extensive runs together. Hoping to get rid of some of her energy, I decided to take her on a run. I workout every single day and keep myself in very good physical condition. I often head out on six-mile runs. I wasn’t anticipating any problems with running with the dog. However, I am a five-foot tall woman in my fifties while my son is well over six-feet tall and in his twenties. As soon as Fran realized we were going for a run, she took off at full speed. She was literally dragging me down the road. I thought she was going to pull my right arm out of the shoulder socket. I finally had to slow her down to a walk. After we walked for three miles, I noticed she was panting and obviously a bit tired. I gradually increased our speed until we were jogging at a comfortable pace. We ran together for five miles, and I really enjoyed it. By the time we made it back to the house, we were both in desperate need of a drink of water and totally exhausted.