Every time I checked Facebook yesterday, everything was all about Boston Marathong this, and Boston Marathong that, and running, running, running… It made me crabby because Mom’s been in a funk and won’t take me on fun runs. I would show Mom all the motivational posts of all her friends who were running, or her friends who were cheering, or pictures that her cheering friends took of their running friends… and Mom kept getting grumpier and grumpier.
The Boston Marathong is like Mom’s arch nemesis, but that’s a story for another time.
The point is, my enhanced motivation techniques worked (!) because she got up at 4:15 this morning and took me for a run! We ran three miles on My Trail, and even did some sprints. Well, Mom did sprints and I played “try to catch the leash in my mouth.” She wasn’t even mad at me when I kept cutting her off because she said she didn’t want to run that fast anyway.
But what I didn’t know is that my coaching job wasn’t over when we got home, because she shut me in the garage with her and made me spend the next 45 minutes watching her run on the treadmill. God it was so boring! I wanted to be in the couch barking at everybody that waked by like I usually do, but instead I had to watch her running in place for an eternity. She would run really fast for a little while, and then start walking and I would think that it was finally over… and then she would start running again. I thought I was going to die of boredom. It was so boring that I decided that it would be more interesting to put my nose a millimeter from the garage door and sit motionless staring at a white wall until she was done.
–Oscar the Coach