Let's get physical

Olivia Newton John…. now she had a body to aspire to….

So now I know what I want to support I decided that I needed to be in the fit of physical fitness…on my legs 10k is a long way, even if there is the option of sitting in the scooter basket.

For a lady of my age that can be an interesting question….I guess like many of the people that I am looking to support…what does that mean? When I wake up in the morning (having usually sneaked onto the bed with Catherine) the first thing to do is to check if I am all in working order.

I am known for being a bit of a climber…. the truth is like most women I love chocolate. I know its meant to be poisonous for dogs, but that doesn’t make any difference the smell drives me wild. The highest I have ever got is up on top of an upright piano to try and get some. However, I have also become very adept at dragging my bed round the room and putting it one side so I can get up onto it and climb onto things. I am sure some of you will identify with the lengths that the thought of chocolate will drive you to. Another time, I successfully discovered that I could move the dining chairs with offside rear hip: I ended up on top of the table. Somehow going back down looked so much quicker if I leapt off… so I did a flying squirrel impression, without the little wings under my armpits…that meant a trip straight to the vets, and I have been on glucosamine for dogs ever since (sharing your medications with everyone is an age thing I have discovered)… the great side effect is that I have lovely glossy coat…. to complement my bad hip.

Anyway, getting back to the thread,  at my annual check up the vet had the cheek to say that I was a little larger than I should be. I thought … if he had given birth to as many children as I have, he would know that was not diplomatic…its all about muscle tone….so now I don’t have any treats when Catherine is looking…. David and Steve give in almost every time though….I have this little trick of raising a paw, or standing on my rear legs…..

To get me into trim, I have been sent to Aqua aerobics for dogs…. I have this lovely walking machine that fills up to my chest with warm water, not that deep then…..and then the conveyer belt starts moving…. Its one of those activities where you are forced to ask , why? Why does anyone do this… its not fun, its boring… chocolate hunting gets the adrenalin going so much quicker….so I developed a new technique… I run to the top of the conveyor belt and then I sit down and rest while it takes me to the other end….and then I go again. My personal trainer decided that I needed a bit of encouragement, so she waves a toy to motivate me…

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