Maybe high impact jogging is harder than swimming.
As much as it pains me to admit it, I must tell you that I’m the world’s slowest jogger. Mainly the only difference between my walk and my jog is my arms, which in my own mind make me look like I’m flying down the road, light as a feather and (of course) looking quite elegant. The truth, which my rude sport watch confirms, is that I ‘jog’ one km only ONE MINUTE faster than I walk it. 🫣
All that to say, we’re going at a pace and distance Carbón is very used to (same kms we usually walk in Cornwall).
He doesn’t really care for the runs - and ergo the high drama - for the same reason he doesn’t like the group walks we go on in Cornwall: he doesn’t get to stop, wee, sniff, and doddle at will. I became a kinder gentler ML when I lost my job and had a lot of time, so I’ve pretty much let him do anything he wanted since we got back from our Italy trip. He kind of walks all over me!
But the runs are a good chance to brush up his SD training - especially that he should be watching and following me, not vice versa. So jokes aside, I think that’s why he is both being dramatic (protesting not doing what he wants all the time anymore) and is extra tired (brain tired + body tired).
He does get a nice long sniffy walk in the evening where I happily let him go where he wants.
This is the end of our first week doing these jog-walks and I can already see him snap back to SD mode, which is really cool. When he’s just being goofy beach boy in Cornwall, I tend to forget how brilliant he is!
I am sure Hugo will be ok as it is a wide spray, but it is something I had never thought about.
