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Sunday, May 18, 2008

Push the Baby

That's what I did today...and my youngest is not a baby. She is five and a big girl...and I ran five miles, pushing her in a stroller for well over four miles.

And it felt good.

It felt hard, but it felt good.

Which is unusual for me as I normally don't want to have anything on me that will interrupt the flow of my run...the flow of it and it being an easy run.

And I used to push CJ when she was a baby...and I hated it. It was just too hard.

And what was even more surprising for me is that I was dog-tired by the time I was ready to run.

Mi-Mi had a birthday party at Monkey Joe's, which is a warehouse of bouncy things. You know, you get in and bounce and bounce and bounce? Well, picture those apparatuses (or apparati?) throughout a fairly large space, that do more than bounce...but one can slide down steep slides, climb up rope and blocks to get to the top, crawl through tunnels, etc. It was fun!

So yes, I indulged in my inner child and purchased socks for my sandaled feet and took off. Let me tell you, those things are a lot of fun. I followed Mi-Mi, who grinned from ear-to-ear, seeing me climb up, slide down, and bounce around with her. She took me to everyone of them.

And I just bitch-slapped the kid who said to me "Aren't you a little old to be up here".

So after just a few of those, I was sweating like a dog and my legs felt like noodles. I was whipped and thinking about running five miles? I was going to run but it was going to be a slow five...or a slow, less than five.

Mi-Mi did great and enjoyed the ride. Keith and the Girl did great and kept my mind occupied to their ranting and raving. And my feet did great to keep pit-pattering away to get me to the end.

It's times like this...that reinforces...this is why I love to run.

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