It was 60 degrees out today. 60! And it’s December. You know how I made my little plan to wake up early and go running before anybody else even woke up? That plan, thankfully, has only had to be put to use a couple of times in the past month. It has been warm enough that I can still take the boys with me on my jaunts around the park. From here on out it’s not looking so promising, but I’ve enjoyed it while it’s lasted.
Yesterday was cooler than today, but better for running because there were not copious amounts of rain falling from the sky. I had the pleasure of taking Squish for a spin all by himself. I’m not sure if it was more weird for him or for me. Not having his brother in the seat next to him, dominating the conversation and asking how many miles every few minutes (how many have we gone? or how many are we still going to go?) must have been lonesome. And then there was me, pushing with all my might to pop the wheel up on to the curb every time we crossed the street only to realize that one 20 pound child doesn’t need that kind of power to get him onto the sidewalk. I almost lost control a couple of times doing that.
Luckily we only had to suffer through that uncomfortable situation for half of the journey. Manchild joined us for the second half after I picked him up from school. And once again Squish had his chatty seatmate and I was getting my upper-body workout at every street corner. What would we do without the Manchild in our lives? I mean aside from be able to hear ourselves think? I’m going to miss him when he’s too big for the stroller and too small to be a running buddy.