It is beautiful outside this morning. Also, it is September 1st, and since I like starting goals at the beginning of the month (week, year, etc.), I was going to resume my running habit today. We've been traveling so much this summer that my workouts have kind of been forgotten. I do not feel good about that.
I pulled on my five-fingered shoes, strapped the baby into the stroller, and jazzed myself up to go run 20 miles! 10 miles! ....Maybe a mile and a half. Whatever. As we rolled out of the driveway, however, I noticed the stroller had a flat tire. I looked in half a dozen different shoeboxes and closets for the bicycle pump, but alas, it was not meant to be.
I did find a jump rope, though, so while the baby puttered around eating grass and staring at her shadow, I hopped up and down and tried not to hit myself. And you know what? It was hard. (Both the not hitting myself and the jumping.) I think my internal organs have grown lazy.
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