Heavy breathing and dog breeding

I'm sure this has more to do with how little time I've spent running at my full capacity than it does about my brilliance, but I felt foolish anyway.

Last night Laura and I were talking on the way home from the movie discussing running experiences. She described a mutual friends breathing as being very noisy which I thought was odd. He's a veteran of many endurance sports.

On my run today I did my usual mile warm up then set to work to run four, one and five minute intervals. The day is bright and clear with fresh snow and reasonable temperatures. Best of all though, the wind was almost no existent. In the quiet I could hear my breathing and thought I too was making quite a bit of racket.

Then I opened my mouth. Oh those duh moments hit so smartly.

Last week I could barely make my way through three intervals. This week it seemed entirely within my grasp to complete four. Saturday will be a long run after I go out in the morning to look at possible mates for a couple of dogs. A friend is considering males for his talented Labrador retrieve and I'm thinking about having my pit bull Rosie bred. I'd like to find a mate for her of the old school variety where there is a lot of bull dog still in evidence. I don't want a runner, terrier type, I want a lunger with a massive head, bull dog type. It's not proving to be easy to find what I want, but this week I'll take my camera. We looked at dogs last week too and I left my camera at home which was a mistake.