I'm a runner, and so is Pepper, our sheepadoodle. Yesterday, she tried to murder me with speed. She was literally at the far end of the leash, dragging me along, until the very end.
Pepper usually just wants to run 2 miles at a reasonable pace of 8:30 per mile. My cadence is typically around 174. But yesterday, I somehow failed to hear the runzi app voice-under tell me the 2 miles were up. So we went over until I was like, "You gotta be kidding me!" and awkwardly looked at my phone on the shoulder to see that we'd gone 2.3.
Then she plopped and contemplated her life choices for a while.
As I'm finishing up writing this today, she is again giving me the chin rest that says, "Time to run!"
