It’s the eternal question:
If your fitness plans go wrong, do you curl up on the couch with a bag of chips or pick yourself up and make a new plan?
Because my plans for K9 Kamp went wrong this week and could have caused a big fitness fail.
Let me refresh your memory.
K9 Kamp challenges a dog and her person to get fit together by adding an extra 30 minutes of activity 3 or 4 times a week. But we put our own spin on the challenge because Honey needs to gain a few pounds and I need to lose more than a few pounds.
I decided our activities should make me work harder than Honey, like kayaking. Or pulling her in my bike cart.
But Honey had other ideas.
We spent last year teaching Honey to ride comfortably in my DoggyRide Bike Trailer (affiliate link). By the fall she was doing great. Then winter came and we haven’t worked with her in 7 months.
I knew Honey wouldn’t hop into the cart immediately. But I thought with some good snacks she’d remember the fun we had last year and I could take her for a few short rides this week.
Honey wasn’t interested.
She stepped into the cart without too much coaxing. She even got her whole body into it once or twice. But it was quickly obvious we wouldn’t be riding anywhere this week.
Damn, now what am I going to do for K9 Kamp? Time to
get out the chips make a new plan.
To make sure I got more exercise than Honey, we changed our regular routines. On a walk, I practice Honey’s recall. But instead of hiding behind a tree and waiting for her to run back to me, I asked her to sit and stay while I jumped around like an idiot (thank heavens it’s summer or the students in the high school overlooking our favorite creek would have gone insane). I burned a few more calories and tested Honey’s ability to sit despite distractions before calling her to my side.
When we played fetch, I raced her to the ball. And yes, it counts. Because I’m bigger I burned more calories than she did running the same distance.
Sorry I don’t have any pictures. My camera has a setting that prevents the lens cover from opening when I’m embarrassing myself too much.
It was a good lesson for me. I’ve had my fitness plans interrupted before when I sprained my ankle running (Ithaca has terrible potholes). And when my bike’s tires go flat (again, potholes).
I have a list of ways Honey can exercise when it’s yucky outside—nose work, fetch, tug. But I need to keep my own list at the ready. Because life is conspiring to keep me from being fit.
Your Turn: Has your dog changed your fitness plans? How did you deal with it?