I have been training to run 5ks. I'm pretty good and Mom is okay. I'm not going to lie I pretty much run the workouts. Punny? Anyways we got fifth in our age division. Plus, mom keeps bragging about how well behaved I was. There was a boxer who couldn't pass us because he kept wanting to talk to me. His peep had to hand him off half way through. But yours truly went right over the finish line without any problems.