I can't believe it's only two weeks until the marathon. I'm in a state of shock. I'm also under prepared.
Last night I did 13.3 miles then hobbled 2 as my right side seized up. Tight tight muscles. I don't blame them really. The last 6 weeks have been a wash. I was in a good place, I got sick, got out of routine and struggled to get back. I know I can do a half marathon so I'll just have to keep stretching throughout the run and get it done. The only goal I'm trying to achieve is getting to the marathon.
I've been told it's better to be under prepared then injured but I wish I was more prepared. You can cram for running like you can for a test.
One thing this has done for me is help me understand that I need to keep exercise in my life. When I get stressed I let everything go - usually the first to go is exercising, then healthy eating and then communicating (including friends) I hermit. It doesn't help at all! I cut off the things that support me, produce serotonin and make me feel good.
I also need to get out if my head that vacation and travel equals eating badly. 10 days in vacation mode and I gained 5 pounds and felt absolutely rubbish. That is not the way to go....
So this morning I'm back at my day job, feet firmly under my desk with a goal in mind. Exercise is important. Eating right is important. Taking care of myself is important. Being healthy and happy is so very important.
Still have a ways to go to get to my goal weight but it's not the numbers that always matter. It's the way you feel.
PS we're only 430 pounds (around $700) to go to hit our goal of raising 4200 pounds for cancer research. Can you help us get there?? Http://justgiving.com/c242k
Monday, 30 September 2013
Thursday, 29 August 2013
Week 20: more rest, more recovery
So it's another week and my lungs still feel like lead weights. 6 miles didn't come easy on Monday so sadly I agreed with Nicky that I need sleep and rest for this week and start back up next Tuesday with 10 miles.
Mentally I'm finding this difficult. I want to run, but I'm nervous too about not being able to breathe and my lungs hurting. I feel weak - and I wonder if it's the illness lingering or me getting back out of shape. This infection sucks. I should've got meds right away and taken a couple days off instead of working through it. Yes. I'm not as invincible as I'd like to pretend I am.
I think that goes for elsewhere in my life. My default is "do-it yourself" but it's not productive all the time. I need to ask for help, I need to be involved and I need to be responsive. When I get really stressed I hermit. And that doesn't help me. Time passes and then I let myself and others down.
What I need to do is book me days in and do nothing but something for me. Go see that exhibit. Lose myself in the darkness of a film during a sunny afternoon. Find an overly large chair to curl up in and enjoy a book. Dip my feet in the ocean.
I also need to give myself back my creative time. I let my writing slip when I'm stressed and busy. I've booked in running but why not writing too? I need to remember not to let go of the things I love.
So running is on hold. Resting is number one on the agenda.
And amongst all the resting, a little planning for a fundraiser for my marathon. I've been bad about mentioning it but we have been raising money for a year and a half. Will you help us hit our target? Cancer Research is a cause that helps everyone so please give a little...
Http://justgiving.com/c242k
Mentally I'm finding this difficult. I want to run, but I'm nervous too about not being able to breathe and my lungs hurting. I feel weak - and I wonder if it's the illness lingering or me getting back out of shape. This infection sucks. I should've got meds right away and taken a couple days off instead of working through it. Yes. I'm not as invincible as I'd like to pretend I am.
I think that goes for elsewhere in my life. My default is "do-it yourself" but it's not productive all the time. I need to ask for help, I need to be involved and I need to be responsive. When I get really stressed I hermit. And that doesn't help me. Time passes and then I let myself and others down.
What I need to do is book me days in and do nothing but something for me. Go see that exhibit. Lose myself in the darkness of a film during a sunny afternoon. Find an overly large chair to curl up in and enjoy a book. Dip my feet in the ocean.
I also need to give myself back my creative time. I let my writing slip when I'm stressed and busy. I've booked in running but why not writing too? I need to remember not to let go of the things I love.
So running is on hold. Resting is number one on the agenda.
And amongst all the resting, a little planning for a fundraiser for my marathon. I've been bad about mentioning it but we have been raising money for a year and a half. Will you help us hit our target? Cancer Research is a cause that helps everyone so please give a little...
Http://justgiving.com/c242k
Tuesday, 20 August 2013
Week 19: crawling back
Damn. 3 weeks since my last blog post. I suck. Actually I was sick. Not only are you not up blogging, you're actually not up for running either. Not a huge surprise there!
Soon after my longest run (and some 24 hour travel), I succumbed to a cold. Sinus infection making your teeth ache kinda cold. I kept wanting to get out there but I didn't. I couldn't.
What I did do was take lots and lots of medicine so I seemed ok but really felt a some kind of miserable, especially when I was alone.
10 days ago I thought I was well enough to get out there but could only attempt 4 miles. And it was miserable. Weak, shaky and snotty.
6 days ago, ran 4 miles in the am. It was OK. But I was wheezing and coughing.
4 days ago, I got shaky and lightheaded on a night out. Blood sugar dropped I assumed and I needed an orange juice and nuts to stop trembling.
3 days ago I turned an odd shade of green after a mile. Made it 3 before calling it.
So Nicky said I had to go to the doctor. I was pretty pissed off at my body. Not that anger at your body really helps matters.
Yesterday at the doctor I got scolded about not taking care of my asthma. As I'm an asthmatic, the cold seems to be resting in my lungs and running irritates them so it hurts to breathe and makes me feel of death.
She made me take deep breathes, put a thermometer under my tongue, and checked my blood pressure. Turns out I'm healthy other than the lingering cold. So healthy that my resting heart rate is 44. Yowzer.
Because it's that low, I don't have much of a buffer. My blood sugar drops and my body all goes out of wack. I used to get this when I was younger and lived in London. A time when I ate better and exercised more. A kind of behavior that recently returned to my life. So now I know what it was, and is, and that I must always carry snacks.
Take it easy, she told me. And fill you prescription.
Yesterday was 4.5 miles instead of 10. But we'll add another 5 miles tomorrow. And try for 10 on Saturday.
My weeks have filled with numbers. How far, how fast, how many days til the next run, how many weeks til the marathon. Nicky and I joke that if someone was chasing us, we'd be able run away at a slow and steady pace. It's something we're getting good at.
Soon after my longest run (and some 24 hour travel), I succumbed to a cold. Sinus infection making your teeth ache kinda cold. I kept wanting to get out there but I didn't. I couldn't.
What I did do was take lots and lots of medicine so I seemed ok but really felt a some kind of miserable, especially when I was alone.
10 days ago I thought I was well enough to get out there but could only attempt 4 miles. And it was miserable. Weak, shaky and snotty.
6 days ago, ran 4 miles in the am. It was OK. But I was wheezing and coughing.
4 days ago, I got shaky and lightheaded on a night out. Blood sugar dropped I assumed and I needed an orange juice and nuts to stop trembling.
3 days ago I turned an odd shade of green after a mile. Made it 3 before calling it.
So Nicky said I had to go to the doctor. I was pretty pissed off at my body. Not that anger at your body really helps matters.
Yesterday at the doctor I got scolded about not taking care of my asthma. As I'm an asthmatic, the cold seems to be resting in my lungs and running irritates them so it hurts to breathe and makes me feel of death.
She made me take deep breathes, put a thermometer under my tongue, and checked my blood pressure. Turns out I'm healthy other than the lingering cold. So healthy that my resting heart rate is 44. Yowzer.
Because it's that low, I don't have much of a buffer. My blood sugar drops and my body all goes out of wack. I used to get this when I was younger and lived in London. A time when I ate better and exercised more. A kind of behavior that recently returned to my life. So now I know what it was, and is, and that I must always carry snacks.
Take it easy, she told me. And fill you prescription.
Yesterday was 4.5 miles instead of 10. But we'll add another 5 miles tomorrow. And try for 10 on Saturday.
My weeks have filled with numbers. How far, how fast, how many days til the next run, how many weeks til the marathon. Nicky and I joke that if someone was chasing us, we'd be able run away at a slow and steady pace. It's something we're getting good at.
Friday, 26 July 2013
Week 16: the longest run
On Monday, Nicky and I encountered the longest run yet. It's nerve wracking knowing you're going to just run for two and a half hours. Something inside you is saying "noooooo" but you also know 12 miles is not 26 so you got to get your ass out there and do it.
With the weather nearly 10 degrees cooler (with a splash or two of rain), I found it easier to find a faster pace. I have to be mindful of Nicky's shorter legs as she did have to ask me to slow down a bit.
The first 6 miles we killed it and then had some water and gummies (sugar, salts and whatnot for runners) to gear us up for the next 6. My knee started to hurt about 9 miles in so we walked the hill (I find uphill to be difficult if I'm sore) and then not long after we decided to do 13 miles, my back began to ache.
Now I've had a bad back for a long time - car accidents and a sledding accident did me in really but it's ok for the most part. The running though is showing it's not quite ok. Though I discovered on Monday that it wasn't the usual back issues I face. The major problem? My tight hips and hamstrings.
When Nicky had to stop and tie her shoe, I stretched my legs. Suddenly the back twinge was gone. My legs were the culprits! Curses!
So I'm going to have to do a few things the next 2 months so I don't hurt myself/
1) Yoga and stretching
2) Weight Training
3) 2 other days of training to act as cross training.
4) Go to a sports therapist to analyze my gait.
5) Buy new trainers (they've already done 68 miles!)
Apparently the Nike app allows you to give challenges to friends so Marianne and I are going to give it a go. Maybe this will help me get my speed drills in...
Last and most important part of this post is here to thank Luke, Laura, my friends from around the world and especially Nicky for coming on this journey with me.
A year or so ago when I moved to New York, I'd never had expected to find friends willing to spend a entire night running with me. Who would come halfway across New York on Saturday morning to run in 100 degree heat. Who cheered me on every step of the way. Who said they were proud of me. Who were just amazing and lovely people. I knew they had to exist in New York, I just didn't know I'd find them so fast.
And this is one example of this awesome support...As as we hit 11 miles of the run on Monday night, and my back was done, Nicky asked if I could make it to 12. Yes, I said through gritted teeth. She nodded, fumbled through her pocket and pulled out her phone.
Your mom's Facebook post inspired this, she said.
A couple button presses later and "Eye of the Tiger" (also known to most as the Rocky song) came blasting out. Perfect. I was laughing and the two of us picked up the pace, singing along in the darkness of central park. We hit mile 12 as the song came to a triumphant end. We did it.
And I couldn't have done it without all of you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
With the weather nearly 10 degrees cooler (with a splash or two of rain), I found it easier to find a faster pace. I have to be mindful of Nicky's shorter legs as she did have to ask me to slow down a bit.
The first 6 miles we killed it and then had some water and gummies (sugar, salts and whatnot for runners) to gear us up for the next 6. My knee started to hurt about 9 miles in so we walked the hill (I find uphill to be difficult if I'm sore) and then not long after we decided to do 13 miles, my back began to ache.
Now I've had a bad back for a long time - car accidents and a sledding accident did me in really but it's ok for the most part. The running though is showing it's not quite ok. Though I discovered on Monday that it wasn't the usual back issues I face. The major problem? My tight hips and hamstrings.
When Nicky had to stop and tie her shoe, I stretched my legs. Suddenly the back twinge was gone. My legs were the culprits! Curses!
So I'm going to have to do a few things the next 2 months so I don't hurt myself/
1) Yoga and stretching
2) Weight Training
3) 2 other days of training to act as cross training.
4) Go to a sports therapist to analyze my gait.
5) Buy new trainers (they've already done 68 miles!)
Apparently the Nike app allows you to give challenges to friends so Marianne and I are going to give it a go. Maybe this will help me get my speed drills in...
I couldn't have done it without you
Last and most important part of this post is here to thank Luke, Laura, my friends from around the world and especially Nicky for coming on this journey with me.
A year or so ago when I moved to New York, I'd never had expected to find friends willing to spend a entire night running with me. Who would come halfway across New York on Saturday morning to run in 100 degree heat. Who cheered me on every step of the way. Who said they were proud of me. Who were just amazing and lovely people. I knew they had to exist in New York, I just didn't know I'd find them so fast.
And this is one example of this awesome support...As as we hit 11 miles of the run on Monday night, and my back was done, Nicky asked if I could make it to 12. Yes, I said through gritted teeth. She nodded, fumbled through her pocket and pulled out her phone.
Your mom's Facebook post inspired this, she said.
A couple button presses later and "Eye of the Tiger" (also known to most as the Rocky song) came blasting out. Perfect. I was laughing and the two of us picked up the pace, singing along in the darkness of central park. We hit mile 12 as the song came to a triumphant end. We did it.
And I couldn't have done it without all of you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Thursday, 18 July 2013
Week 15: the plateau is broken!!
Thank fricken god it's finally happened. 6 weeks of only 2 pounds of weight loss and boom. 4 pounds this week. So I'm now officially half way to my goal weight! Yay!
I think it helps that I've been running longer runs now. Hit 8 miles on Monday. It was the hardest run I've done yet. If it wasn't for my friend Nicky, I don't think I'd be able to pull it off. It's crazy hot and feels like we're running in a botanical garden. I may be sweating the weight out...
It's funny. A friend of mine commented on the picture below which shows the changes in my body from the beginning until now. Just one side mind you.
He said, all I can see is that you have better posture and bigger boobs. The funny thing with bodies is that your shape doesn't really change. I'm still going to have junk in the trunk no matter what size I am.
So I look the same shape but I'm shrinking. I've lost between 5-6 inches everywhere (except my arms). That's hips, thighs, bust and waist! And now I've officially lost 30 pounds. That's 30 sticks of butter people! Or, as the picture from Passion for Paleo shows, a whole table of fat :)
My boobs look bigger only because Hector (my affectionate name for my belly) is slowly disappearing and by the time I hit the marathon, I expect him to be well out of my life. Only 12 weeks to go! Just have to work even harder to get the next half of the weight off.
The most exciting thing about getting to the end will not only be about feeling fantastic and healthy but I'll be able to get a whole new wardrobe. I'm already buttering up my friend Kim to take me shopping. She's such a style guru that I can't wait to see what she picks out for me. You'll definitely be seeing a very new me this winter.
It's not that I don't listen, it's that I don't do. Charlene has given me great advice about training and I'm just not doing it. But the more that I run the more that I realize I have to get my muscles even stronger.
The two places I need it most is my abs and my thighs. A strong core is SO important when running. In order to run tall without injury is to get those muscles wrapping around your spine working. If you don't, you'll start to lean forward with not only puts a strain on your back but your knees as well.
Nicky and I spot check each other when we're running. I've started to imagine my shoulder blades trying to touch and my head floating up on an invisible string like I did in ballet. Much easier to do on mile 2 vs mile 8.
For me especially, I need to strengthen my thighs. Squats and lunges! I had surgery on my right knee after falling at work. I've been noticing on longer runs that my right leg is weaker and my right thigh muscles really tire out. My knee doesn't hurt, it just all feels weak.
My posture is so much better. Yes. The running and great eating helps but I think it's more than that.
I feel more like myself again. I walk into a room and I'm holding my head higher and giving it. I think I've always been confident but now I feel more free.
I think when you are in that good space you attract good people. We'll see where that goes but all I can say is life is great right now and I have to thank all of you supporting me along the way.
I think it helps that I've been running longer runs now. Hit 8 miles on Monday. It was the hardest run I've done yet. If it wasn't for my friend Nicky, I don't think I'd be able to pull it off. It's crazy hot and feels like we're running in a botanical garden. I may be sweating the weight out...
It's funny. A friend of mine commented on the picture below which shows the changes in my body from the beginning until now. Just one side mind you.
He said, all I can see is that you have better posture and bigger boobs. The funny thing with bodies is that your shape doesn't really change. I'm still going to have junk in the trunk no matter what size I am.
So I look the same shape but I'm shrinking. I've lost between 5-6 inches everywhere (except my arms). That's hips, thighs, bust and waist! And now I've officially lost 30 pounds. That's 30 sticks of butter people! Or, as the picture from Passion for Paleo shows, a whole table of fat :)
My boobs look bigger only because Hector (my affectionate name for my belly) is slowly disappearing and by the time I hit the marathon, I expect him to be well out of my life. Only 12 weeks to go! Just have to work even harder to get the next half of the weight off.
The most exciting thing about getting to the end will not only be about feeling fantastic and healthy but I'll be able to get a whole new wardrobe. I'm already buttering up my friend Kim to take me shopping. She's such a style guru that I can't wait to see what she picks out for me. You'll definitely be seeing a very new me this winter.
Weight training needs to be a bigger priority
It's not that I don't listen, it's that I don't do. Charlene has given me great advice about training and I'm just not doing it. But the more that I run the more that I realize I have to get my muscles even stronger.
The two places I need it most is my abs and my thighs. A strong core is SO important when running. In order to run tall without injury is to get those muscles wrapping around your spine working. If you don't, you'll start to lean forward with not only puts a strain on your back but your knees as well.
Nicky and I spot check each other when we're running. I've started to imagine my shoulder blades trying to touch and my head floating up on an invisible string like I did in ballet. Much easier to do on mile 2 vs mile 8.
For me especially, I need to strengthen my thighs. Squats and lunges! I had surgery on my right knee after falling at work. I've been noticing on longer runs that my right leg is weaker and my right thigh muscles really tire out. My knee doesn't hurt, it just all feels weak.
Standing tall
My posture is so much better. Yes. The running and great eating helps but I think it's more than that.
I feel more like myself again. I walk into a room and I'm holding my head higher and giving it. I think I've always been confident but now I feel more free.
I think when you are in that good space you attract good people. We'll see where that goes but all I can say is life is great right now and I have to thank all of you supporting me along the way.
Thursday, 11 July 2013
Week 13 & 14: Feeling better in the skin that I'm in
So Independence Day (aka July 4th) completely threw me off and it's like I went into a blogging black hole. It felt like Saturday. It was not.
This means this post covers week 13 and 14. I'm starting to feel more like myself. I'm not 100% there but I feel sleeker and healthier.
I think I may have lost 1/2 a pound but maybe not. I'm still hovering at the same weight this past 3-4 weeks. I'm not exercising everyday - maybe that's why. 3 months in and I still haven't found my rhythm. I think I just have to start and make myself do it for 30 days until the habit is set.
I feel great not drinking. It's fantastic. And my friends are awesome and don't care if I drink or not. I'll still go out and dance and have a great time, there's just no booze in me.
A friend of a friend asked me to come out on Saturday night for another friend's birthday. I was early, got myself a tonic and waited for him. He kinda shook his head at my instance of no alcohol.
Later when we were on a rooftop overlooking all of New York, he grabbed me a seltzer and a drink for us to share. He was disappointed and claimed it wasn't fair. He'd get drunk and look stupid and I'd be sober. I shrugged. I'm ok with that but he obviously wasn't.
I said good night well before the party was over (I still witnessed a bar top dancing serenade, flaming sparklers, unlimited bottle service and met a lovely midget doorman in a top hat) and took the excruciating 90 minute ride home on the NYC subway after midnight. He offered to drive me but 9 drinks in? I'm not getting into any car with someone who's spent the night drinking whiskeys (or anything else).
I realize that I wasn't as straight forward off the bat as I should have been. I said - oh I'm training tomorrow so I can't and was all bashful like 'I would if I could kinda thing.' I should have said 'I stopped drinking 3 months ago so I could get healthy again so I'm not drinking now but thank you for the offer.'
As long as I'm clear with my intentions, that's all I can do really. Its just how sone people are but the good ones aren't. I guess this is an easy way to see who I should hang out with.
This means this post covers week 13 and 14. I'm starting to feel more like myself. I'm not 100% there but I feel sleeker and healthier.
I think I may have lost 1/2 a pound but maybe not. I'm still hovering at the same weight this past 3-4 weeks. I'm not exercising everyday - maybe that's why. 3 months in and I still haven't found my rhythm. I think I just have to start and make myself do it for 30 days until the habit is set.
The not drinking part
I feel great not drinking. It's fantastic. And my friends are awesome and don't care if I drink or not. I'll still go out and dance and have a great time, there's just no booze in me.
A friend of a friend asked me to come out on Saturday night for another friend's birthday. I was early, got myself a tonic and waited for him. He kinda shook his head at my instance of no alcohol.
Later when we were on a rooftop overlooking all of New York, he grabbed me a seltzer and a drink for us to share. He was disappointed and claimed it wasn't fair. He'd get drunk and look stupid and I'd be sober. I shrugged. I'm ok with that but he obviously wasn't.
I said good night well before the party was over (I still witnessed a bar top dancing serenade, flaming sparklers, unlimited bottle service and met a lovely midget doorman in a top hat) and took the excruciating 90 minute ride home on the NYC subway after midnight. He offered to drive me but 9 drinks in? I'm not getting into any car with someone who's spent the night drinking whiskeys (or anything else).
I realize that I wasn't as straight forward off the bat as I should have been. I said - oh I'm training tomorrow so I can't and was all bashful like 'I would if I could kinda thing.' I should have said 'I stopped drinking 3 months ago so I could get healthy again so I'm not drinking now but thank you for the offer.'
As long as I'm clear with my intentions, that's all I can do really. Its just how sone people are but the good ones aren't. I guess this is an easy way to see who I should hang out with.
Tuesday, 2 July 2013
Brunch with friends: Stone Park Cafe Vs Barking Dog
Last weekend I got the joy of brunching both Saturday and Sunday. Woohoo! But which was the better brunch joint?
As you may imagine, Park Slope is chalk full of brunch places and other eateries. After seeing a company class with the American Ballet at the Metropolitan Opera House, I headed back south to have brunch with my friend Casey.
We went to Stone Park Cafe, a place he always wanted to go to. As I seem to be eating a lot of omelets lately, I went for the poached egg on bluefish cakes with wilted spinach. Oh that yellowy goodness of the perfect poached egg. I gave my potatoes to Casey (who loved that idea) as I didn't need them. The veggies were enough.
The waitresses and waiters were super friendly and kept our coffees regularly filled. Only downside was that we were sat next to a group of yummy mummies who brunch who'd had quite a few cocktails. Boy were they loud but that is the slope for you!. (Note to self: this makes me sound like an old curmudgeon. I don't believe I am.)
On Sunday I was due for a long awaited catchup with Elisabeth. We were meant to meet at noon at Penelope's but it was rammed, an hour wait and I was stuck on the other side of the pride parade. I did get to see Mayor Bloomberg waving a flag in the parade so I'm glad I got stuck for a bit.
We settled on Barking Dog. As you may imagine, dogs are welcome to sit outside as their owners enjoy a meal and the whole interior is dogs, dogs, dogs. One of waitresses had a cat shirt on - definitely a place with a sense of humor.
Though everyone was nice it wasn't anything more than a dog themed Denny's. They mixed up my order so it had cheese in it (damn my allergies!) but they quickly replaced it and were nice enough to give me fruit salad instead of potatoes and biscuits.
Elisabeth had cream cheese and fruit stuffed French Toast. She said it was OK but most of it was left on her plate. Cute, not bad prices and was good in a bind but we're definitely going to try Penelope's next time.
I definitely think Stone Park Cafe won food wise but I loved the cheeky fun of Barking Dog. If I had a family in tow I think Barking Dog would have been a better choice but as I didn't, I'll leave it for the history books.
Hitting 5th Avenue
As you may imagine, Park Slope is chalk full of brunch places and other eateries. After seeing a company class with the American Ballet at the Metropolitan Opera House, I headed back south to have brunch with my friend Casey.
We went to Stone Park Cafe, a place he always wanted to go to. As I seem to be eating a lot of omelets lately, I went for the poached egg on bluefish cakes with wilted spinach. Oh that yellowy goodness of the perfect poached egg. I gave my potatoes to Casey (who loved that idea) as I didn't need them. The veggies were enough.
The waitresses and waiters were super friendly and kept our coffees regularly filled. Only downside was that we were sat next to a group of yummy mummies who brunch who'd had quite a few cocktails. Boy were they loud but that is the slope for you!. (Note to self: this makes me sound like an old curmudgeon. I don't believe I am.)
Dogs, dogs and omelets
On Sunday I was due for a long awaited catchup with Elisabeth. We were meant to meet at noon at Penelope's but it was rammed, an hour wait and I was stuck on the other side of the pride parade. I did get to see Mayor Bloomberg waving a flag in the parade so I'm glad I got stuck for a bit.
We settled on Barking Dog. As you may imagine, dogs are welcome to sit outside as their owners enjoy a meal and the whole interior is dogs, dogs, dogs. One of waitresses had a cat shirt on - definitely a place with a sense of humor.
Though everyone was nice it wasn't anything more than a dog themed Denny's. They mixed up my order so it had cheese in it (damn my allergies!) but they quickly replaced it and were nice enough to give me fruit salad instead of potatoes and biscuits.
Elisabeth had cream cheese and fruit stuffed French Toast. She said it was OK but most of it was left on her plate. Cute, not bad prices and was good in a bind but we're definitely going to try Penelope's next time.
I definitely think Stone Park Cafe won food wise but I loved the cheeky fun of Barking Dog. If I had a family in tow I think Barking Dog would have been a better choice but as I didn't, I'll leave it for the history books.
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