Rest Day Interrupted: Training for a marathon and taking care of our furry friends

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 Day 26 of my London Marathon 2023 training and it was supposed to be a rest day for me, but our furry companion Lola had other plans. She decided to stage a one-dog-protest against staying inside all day and caught a cold. So, it was off to the vet for her and a little worry ensued.


But the good news is, Lola is on the mend and we can finally breathe a sigh of relief. It's a reminder that even on our rest days, life can still be unpredictable and it's important to take care of ourselves and our loved ones, both human and furry. And let's be real, who doesn't love a good excuse to skip a workout?

It's also a reminder that training for something as big as a marathon takes more than just physical preparation. It takes mental preparation as well. Being able to handle unexpected challenges and setbacks, and still come out on the other side ready to keep pushing forward. We're glad Lola is back to her silly self and we'll be back to training tomorrow with renewed energy and determination. And Lola, well she'll be back to napping all day.

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