So the husband is in training for the Timberman 70.3 Triathlon... he has done at least 4 Olympic distance Tri's and this will be his third 1/2 Iron Man Triathlon, so let's just say he runs, bikes and swims a lot.
During his training he has to do something called a brick. I have no idea why it is named that, but it means that he has to bike and then run as if he were doing the tri. Living in New York and having access to Central Park is amazing, so that is where he does most of his training... so on the days that he does a brick, I sit in the park and wait for him to finish biking, then I take his bike back to the apartment while he goes on his run.
Noodles likes to be helpful, so I thought I would bring her to the brick... which also seemed like a good way to get her ready for the actual triathlon where she will be a spectator with me. I have no idea how she will do sitting on the side lines watching swimmers, bikers and then runners whoosh past, so this would serve as a good training session for her and the husband!
So, I brought a little blanket, he favorite chew chew, a Gatorade for the husband, some goo for him, and his running shoes of course. And we sat.
Noodles did great!
So once the husband dropped off his bike and went for his run I realized that walking back to the apartment with a bag filled with bike shoes, blanket and various other items, while walking a bike and walking Noodles on her leash might have been more than I had bargained for...
She did pretty good, until we got to the door of our building where I had to juggle keys, hold bike and guide her inside. Her leash got caught on the door handle, she went running inside until it caught and she fell, so I lurch forward and almost dropped the bike, the helmet crashed to the ground, Noodles starts running in circles realizing that she is caught, and the door almost slams into the bike which is half way through. I reach out, untangle the leash from the outside of the door, pick up the helmet, steady the bike and finally get inside.
So once we were untangled and get through the door, I realize we have to get up stairs. Noodles is a dachshund and I have been STRONGLY advised by everyone I meet NOT to let her climb stairs. So after much debate in my head, I leave the bike down stairs, carry her up to the apartment, put her behind her baby gate which she isn't interested in, so she starts barking. I run back downstairs and CARRY the bike up...
So, I think I am ready for the triathlon and a stiff drink.