Running Chihuahuas. It’s. Not. Right.

Tonight on my run a man sprinted by me…there was no way he was going under 9 mph. He flew by me so fast that I almost missed the chihuahua holding on for it’s dear life behind him. The chihuahua was basically in flight. Um…dude if you’re training to win Boston don’t sign your little 2 lb friend up as well!