The Ch­ester-based TV Pre­sen­ter dis­cov­ers that, when it comes to run­ning, six legs are bet­ter than two Cheshire Life: June 2019 29

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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

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