Here we are, mentally preparing for the challenge ahead.
I ran with mom, and Dakota ran with dad. They were right behind us most of the way, but then they passed us and beat us--but by only one second. I have quite a fluffy coat compared to D, and it was a really warm day, so in the final stretch I ran out of steam. But we did really well overall. Dad and D took third, and mom and I took fourth. Not bad for a couple of out-of-shape halfskies! We had a great time.
Dakota is still the usual drama queen. You would think she just ran a marathon instead of 3km.
I was much more composed and had a quick recovery. Hmmmmm, I guess I probably could have run a little faster...
We had plenty of time to chill out afterwards.
Here is the club gossiping after the race. Can you spot Dakota?
She's on the right, peeking out from behind the container door.
Mom treated us to a walk after the race to stretch our weary legs.
Then mom and dad treated themselves to a coffee and left us in the car.
Dakota spent the evening reminding everyone how tired she was.
Another canicross on Sunday.