So, as part of the training for the half marathon that Im GOING to do on December 5 ---ekkkk---, the plan was to run 6 miles. The hubs wasnt home yet so I drug the kids along for as long as I could go in this handy dandy do-dad.
(Poor baby girl with her bald head, one day sweetheart, one day)
I give props to ANYONE that runs with kids. Its ridiculous. I should have taken the stroller but they were already in the wagon. (Its in the living room, classy I know, and they sit in it with the cat toys everyday, when I figure out why, Ill let you know) My neighborhood is hilly so going down was great, going up not so much. The whole time, all I hear is C giggling and E going "Giggle Giggle Giggle WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE Giggle Giggle Giggle" Yes she sounds like the pig on the Geico commericals. I was laughing the whole time, attempting to jog up the hills. I lasted little over a mile and took them home to dad and took off. 5 miles and about 50 minutes later, I was done. Wheew, 6 miles in an hour shouldnt be that hard to do right? We will see.