So after tallying up my depressingly minimalist mileage for 2009, I wanted to start the year off right, with a run. Normally my running club does this run every year up a mountain first thing on New Year's Day. I just don't think I have the fitness to make it up that mountain pushing the double stroller right now. Mostly because I have had to do so much treadmill training and am seriously lacking in stroller and/or hill strength. So I decided to be a wimp and run from home. I couldn't run on the old road because it was too icy. So I could either run on the regular road (HILLS!) or on the treadmill. I opted for the hills. It's going to be wicked cold the next few days, but today is mild so I figured I might as well take advantage.
I wiped out the first 200 feet out the door on ice.
Might should've picked the treadmill. At least I didn't fall in dog poop.
Started tackling the hills. I was pleased to note that they are getting easier. And it really was a nice day out (40* with mild winds). But I was in for a nasty little surprise. About a mile and a half down the road is a tiny brick house. A sweet little old man used to live there, but a couple of years ago a family moved in. No one told me that they got a new
bitch female dog. Some sort of black lab cross. I think of black labs as being friendly dogs. Wrong. Not this one. And she got right in my personal space. A foot away. Barking, growling. All of her fur was standing up.
My what big TEETH you have! I offered her my glove. My shoes. My jacket. The remnants of a jello shot cup that someone who actually had a fun New Year's left lying on the side of the road. All she wanted was my head, on a platter, preferably annoited with some gravy and a side of ham. I ended up walking backwards up a huge hill because I couldn't turn my back on her. Might should've picked the treadmill.
I tried to take some pics of the twins when I got back. It started off well enough.
But soon enough those smiles turned to this:
That Cort! How am I ever going to keep up with him?
I gave Reid some consoling snuggles.
Cort is much too busy to snuggle. I have to spend all my time jiggling, dancing, singing, hopping, and generally doing any goofy thing I can think of to keep that child happy. And that, my friends, does not need to be preserved on film. ;-)
1 comment:
Holy crap, those boys are cute.
And you look awesome.
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