Run after the cat? Sure, but I honestly never even had to do that, because if he ever sneaked out into the backyard he was generally too distracted by eating grass to go very far or very fast.
But he was an unbeatable plank-a-day coach
|I'm working hard here, him not so much|
And I even made him model my first marathon medal.
|Yes, I had to go under the chair to drape the thing on him and take this picture. |
Scott died last night after a bout with kidney disease and thyroid disease. I was lucky to be there with him. Since this is a blog about running, I guess I could insert a cheesy metaphor about seeing him to the finish line but I'm not in the mood, and like I told you before, that cat did not run. But he was always there when you got back.