This weekend my mom and I participated in a 5k dog walk for charity with our friends, Kari and Max. This wasn’t our first event like this and I thought my mom would have learned the first time that I am not cut out for three miles. Doesn’t she realize how big I am? I can do two miles maybe, but three is simply out of the question. Unfortunately, I was not able to finish the walk and we surrendered two thirds of the way through the walk. Kari and Max, on the other hand, finished in style, barely breaking a sweat. I was passed out in the shade by the time they came across the finish line. This was not my best moment.
Where did I go wrong you ask? Well let me explain. I started the walk with gusto! I was dodging and weaving around walkers, trying to get to the front of the pack. Kari said it was my competitive nature and I believe she is right. I did not want anyone in my way. Max was the only one keeping up with me (and he had to work at it!). With my best pal by my side, we were in the lead hustling through the beautiful botanical gardens. Naturally at this pace, we only stayed in front for about a mile! It was glorious while it lasted, but then the fatigue set in. It came over me like a tidal wave and we still had two more laps to go. I tried to mask my discomfort but it was impossible to keep up my initial pace. At the start, Max was by my side, then slowly he pulled ahead of me by a few feet and eventually he was far off in the distance. I was exhausted! My mom warned me that I needed to pace myself, but I assured her that this walk was a piece of cake. Remember that I am a stubborn Bulldog! I realize now that I was so wrong which is very hard for me to admit. On the other hand, my mom was prepared for this eventuality and knew exactly when to cut the walk short. We were able to double back to the start without anyone noticing. She spared me some embarrassment (I do have my pride after all!).
Apparently we have a few more of these charity walks scheduled in the near future and I am determined to finish them in style. Quitting is not an option. I have a lot of work to do if I want to cross the finish line with Max. Some people may say that I am a little competitive, but I prefer to call it motivated.