The Chester-based TV Presenter discovers that, when it comes to running, six legs are better than two Cheshire Life: June 2019 29
It sounds ridiculous given that I call myself a triathlete that, only very recently, have I started to love running. But only a particular kind of running. I don’t get any enjoyment out of pavement pounding or monotonous miles trotting on a treadmill, but give me a trail run and it’s a joy. I forget it hurts, stop counting the minutes, or metres, and I don’t care how slow I am.
That’s why I found myself in a car park early on a Sunday morning near Hope Mountain in Flintshire at the start of a 5-mile off-road run. My husband David had come too, as he was planning to take our two Labradors for a walk while I was out on the course.
It wasn’t until we arrived, and I saw about half a dozen dogs tethered to their owners, barking and raring to go, that I realised they were taking part in what’s
called a canicross; a canine crosscountry. By chance I had brought a running lead that attaches around my waist with me, and I couldn’t resist entering, just for the fun it. I could only run with one dog, so I chose Waffle, six, as one-year-old Ruby hasn’t mastered the art of jogging beside me, and her sudden turns sometimes pull me off my feet.
As the starting whistle blew, the dogs rushed forward in a four-legged flurry, leaping over logs and dragging their owners
The dogs rushed forward in a fourlegged flurry dragging their owners like huskies pulling sleds