...puppies.

That was yesterday's run.  I've changed my route slightly after my canine encounter a few weeks ago and not encountered any problems.  All dogs I've passed have been on leads, behind fences or generally very obedient.  Yesterday, however, I ran past some stables and just too late heard a woman calling two dogs to come back to her.  I could hear barking behind me and two hulking dog shaped shadows at my heels.  I glanced back to see what horrible fate lay before me and saw two cute bright-eyed shiny black collie puppies running alongside.  Eventually the woman's voice got high pitched enough to get them to stop and back they went whimpering pitifully, their game over for the day. 

Apart from that it's not been a great training week.  After last Sunday's soaking, I had a hectic Monday and Tuesday at work.  Things calmed down Wednesday and Thursday and whether it was as a consequence of getting soaked to the skin on Sunday (what my grandmother would have said) or the adrenalin pace of the first half of the week over (my theory), I had a sore throat and runny nose from Wednesday to Friday.  Just enough to stop me from running, reaching for comfort food and to postpone the swine flu vaccination.

Caught up a bit on the weekend by adding a few miles to my runs but the diet went well and truly to pot as daughter 1 came back for the weekend from Uni with a wish-list of signature dishes and desserts.  My self-esteem got a battering going around the shops yesterday looking for a party frock for Christmas.  My smallish waist and round hips look OK in these satin Jessica Rabbit type creations but the overall impression is badly let down by my lack of cleavage.  My daughters told me that boosting my bra with chicken fillets was the best solution "even for women pushing 50" which was not a helpful remark as I am firmly of the view that at 46 I am comfortably still in my mid-forties and more than a stone's throw away from 50.

Weigh-in tomorrow.  Expecting a small gain. Oh well...

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