I am busted! Kari and I just returned from a 3-mile jog that was a little more challenging than I had expected. Its not that I'm not used to running such a distance, in fact I am comfortable doing 6 miles. However, jogging with a 26 pound toddler in a jogging stroller which probably weights another 10-15 pounds can be quiet painful. Literally. My thighs are killing me and I'm walking around like I want to take a crap. Unfortunately, I have many more of these ordeals to go through. This is literally a small step leading up to a mammoth leap - Bermuda Day Half-Marathon Derby. Believe it or not, I do intend on running that distance with Kari in the same stroller.
I have to go now. Its like 8:15 p.m. and Kari just asked for pancakes. I'm sure you mothers reading this post are screaming "what on earth is he feeding his son at this time of the night." Lucky for me, I'm a father and so I'm allowed to get away with it.
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