Alfie gets another bath

Over the weekend we went to a beach in Goderich. While the Boyf was about to practice swimming before his big race — we took Alfie in the water. Whoops, apparently dogs weren’t allowed on the beach. Either way, Alfie somewhat enjoyed it. He actually swam out to me (maybe 2 feet from the shore) but still. It’s an accomplishment.

Since he was car sick and in Lake Huron and out walking on the trails, I decided to bathe him last night, and take tons of photos!!

About to launch out of the tub. Notice our new bath tiles? Aren’t they wonderful?

Soaked.

This is when he starts whimpering. Poor fella.

Look how tiny he is!

Drying off and ignoring the camera.

Is our dog not the most cutest little thing ever? Here he is wrapped up in a towel drying off. At first I had him in this towel, and let him roam free around the house til I noticed he was wiggling everywhere and trying to dry off more. I picked him up and re-wrapped him in this blanket, where he sat contently til he dried off. He also would NOT look at the camera. I think he was angry. I had to say “Treat?!!” for him to look at this shot above. Terrible :)

After not getting soaked by the little five pounder, I deserved some mocha ice cream. It was…yuumay.

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Strange cravings

At lunch today I had a strange craving for some tea and … bacon. I don’t buy bacon ever, and I drink tea about twice a year as an indulgence since I sweeten it with 4 or 5 sugars (I know). I gave into my craving for one of the two, and headed off to Tim Hortons. Again, very rare — I used to work there for three months a while back, and didn’t like any of the things they had to offer so I never went in to buy anything. I bought myself a chicken salad sandwich which hit the spot, and half a dozen cookies for my co-workers. I had a chocolate chunk/pecan/caramel cookie which I’m sure had trans-fat in there, and it definitely gave me gut rot. A good reminder why I never go to that coffee shop. Anyway, I had a cup of homemade tea at work to go with it.

Mmm mmm…can you see the sugar rimmed mug? Ha!!

I’m not exactly craving bacon anymore, but ever since I got back from Christmas vacation … obviously eon’s ago, I have been wanting to eat some Chinese food. I think I need to give in.

Have you had any weird cravings lately?

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Athletic weekend

I have been upping my running mileage by 500 meters each week so I can be in 10k race form by September. This week I am between 6 and 6.5km’s. On Friday I decided to ask my Boyfriend to do my 6k loop with me — I felt really good, so I pushed myself hard towards the end and I bet my time by a good two minutes. I ended up doing a few crazy somewhat long sprints that left me feel like I wanted to vom. We finished in 35 minutes and some change, so really like a 10 minute mile – I don’t get it. I guess maybe it was the stop lights that we had to wait at that made it seem longer?

I also ended up wearing my visor that I received as some free swag at a bike shop when we went to Ironman Canada last year. It definitely keeps the sweat from accumulating on my face. Or so I’d like to think. I turn purple/red and I sweat A LOT on my face when I run. The picture on the left is from Monday’s run though. The blue tank is old, purchased from Winners and probably not the best shirt for running as it rides up a bit :(

Monday we had a holiday here in Ontario and so I asked the Boyf to come on another run with me but take a brand new route. It was only 6.89k but it felt like miles longer than what it was. I ended up whining, and complaining a lot. I pretended I was near death and wanted to stop for water, thankfully he put up with me being annoying and pushed me harder. He’s all “What? You want to drink some water out of the manhole?” It wasn’t funny when I heard it but when I think about it, I’m glad he pushed me hard. Plus it was a holiday and realistically we couldn’t stop for water. Nothing was open! I think the route seemed 2x longer than what it was because I knew the roads and I knew they were really long. We finished in 46 minutes. 11 minutes way slower than Friday and it was only 800meters more! Isn’t that weird? Towards the end I was crawling at a snails pace, but still “Jogging”. I’m not sure what was up. I get so down on myself when running days go like that. I need to stop being negative.

Tonight is the trail run. Let’s hope I don’t quit like last week, 2k in. I can DO this.

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