Bubba Day
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For as long as I can remember we used to call our long run days, Bubba day. Baxter would get to go for a long run and then snuggle with us on the couch as we recovered from training. It's all he's known. Running, training, the stupid bike rides where he got left behind for hours, to ending the weekends snuggling on the couch. Bubba Day. Although most people would say that pretty much every day is Bubba Day, I have officially declared every day until the end of his days BUBBA DAY! Last Saturday afternoon I was sitting on the couch recovering from a 7hour workout. I had a big weekend planned, a sort of mini self training camp. Baxter was sitting next to me and started to tremble. It was odd, and concerned me. I worried he was maybe sick, so I decided to try to feed him. If he would eat then I figured he would be ok. He ate his dinner and seemed fine so I prepped all my nutrition and bottles for the next day's ride. A few hours later he started to walk around w