I keep looking at Ashley all stretched out thinking, “I wish I were that flexible!” But actually, I am that flexible: I spend hours a day in full hip extension.

I keep looking at Ashley all stretched out thinking, “I wish I were that flexible!” But actually, I am that flexible: I spend hours a day in full hip extension.

My Oura ring prepared an annual summary of the data it has gathered. One interesting bit shows the dramatic change in my activity since getting Ashley
This shows my activity levels across the day, averaging the whole year together:

The white area shows when I was engaging in “hard” activity—basically running, high-intensity interval training, and (if I was really going at it) lifting weights. I did quite a bit of those things for most of the year, and the Oura ring is interested to observe that it was largely between about 10:00 AM and noon.
That graph averages the whole year together. This graph shows the same thing, but just for the month of November (we got Ashley on November 2nd):

I had only a modest amount of hard activity, mostly early in the morning and then again at mid-day. (I assume those are bits where Ashley wanted to run and I tried to keep up with her, something that I quit doing after tripping, falling, and splitting the skin across my knee.) Basically, I replaced nearly all my hard activity with lots and lots more medium activity.
Just as an aside: My 4:00 PM cocktail hour really shows up on these graphs, with modest spikes in activity that I think have gotten larger now that I get the dog out for pre- and post- cocktail hour walks.
One other tidbit that changed with the dog has been my “restorative time,” periods of low activity where the heart rate falls quite a bit. You can see the difference between the first ten months of the year and the last two here:

I used to get at least some most days, but since I got the dog my restorative time has really dropped off. I think that’s partially just because my periods of low activity are shorter (because pretty soon I have to take the dog out again), and maybe also because, since I have less hard activity, I don’t feel the same impulse to really slow down when I get a chance to do so.
Ashley, Jackie with a martini, and my beer.

Doing my morning exercises. Ashley is the best of all possible workout companions.

For a couple of years now I’ve included in my warm-up mobilizing the joints in my foot by standing on and rolling this hard rubber ball. It’s really helped reduce running injuries.
But Ashley will use whatever means necessary to get the ball. So for two months I’ve scarcely done it.

A couple of weeks ago, Jackie found this great duck-shaped dog tug-of-war toy. Made of ballistic nylon, it withstood Ashley ministrations for a full week before ending up eviscerated and decapitated:

So, we bought another one. Sadly, Ashley seems to have learned from experience, and she has already eviscerated this one in just two days:

A moment before this picture was taken I had a little joke in mind: Ashley had picked up a big piece of bark, and I was going to say she was barking.
You can see a tiny piece of bark in her mouth yet. About right for my tiny joke.
