The Happy Cows continue...

This week we've been thinking of growing our numbers as The Happy Cow Running Group... it may yet work! We think the 'we'll start and finish at the ice cream parlour' byline might prove very popular... And we've been wondering what sort of cows we actually are. Well, Wee Gill started it by suggesting she might be a Highland Cow, being Scottish and all that. Obviously Ice Cream Sian is a FrieSIAN (ho ho) and I think I'm a Gurnsey. Yes, I know that's not how you spell it, but after looking at this photo (my first attempt at The Tardis) it just has to be GURNsey:

So what about Beagle Nik? She's says she'll be a Stroppy Cow...

Today we ran again. As Wee Gill had never run further than 5k till our 6k last week, we thought we'd push her to 8k this week. Including the Tardis. Mean Cows!

So here we are at 3k, and Wee Gill is pulling the 'my laces are undone' trick which used to be the favourite of Ice Cream Sian until I bought her non-slip laces...

Then it was the Tardis. Beagle Nik romped up ahead of us (she is WAY too fit and WAY too elegant and still hasn't mastered the art of shrieking properly) and waited at the top, Ice Cream Sian just kept going like a Duracell Bunny, and Wee Gill and I were last - but Wee Gill only stopped twice which was soooooo much better than my first attempt, where we all lost count of how many times I stopped moving. In fact, Fit Mark reckoned that I didn't run up it so much as wait for the earth to turn and the end to come back to me...

Beagle Nik took the photo at the top as she was the only one breathing normally... Although David Bailey's probably not going to take up the idea of saying 'Mooooo' instead of 'Cheeeeeese'.

And here's our latest recruit - Mini Moo, also known as Shortest Running Dog. Given that Rubbish Running Dog is, um, rubbish, and New Running Dog still has a problem with twigs which presents a major problem in woods, we've adopted Mini Moo to accompany us on our runs. She's shorter than the rest of us, faster than the rest of us, and can go twice as far as the rest of us. But we still like her...

After the Tardis it was pretty much downhill all the way back to the parlour where we celebrated with a Grand Slam Sundae. Well, we are in Wales! Notice, please, how the other three Cows are all smiling nicely at the camera whereas I only have eyes for the FOOD...

And we think we have a new Cow recruit... We asked her how far she runs. "10 miles or so'.

Gulp. She hasn't started and she's already better than the rest of us...