I spoke too soon
It's hot here. Super, sweltering, humid, severe-weather-advisory hot. So you can imagine my temptation this evening when the temperature dropped below 90 and both boys were begging to go to Starbucks for a cow milky. I got greedy.
Two weeks ago, Daddy and I started running together. He's a good running buddy -- he's determined, he has stamina, and he has these mutant calf muscles that are fun to look at in his jogging shorts. And he pushes the stroller, bless him. At first Daddy brought up running together because he was motivated to get in shape for his hiking trip to the Cascades. Now that we are doing it regularly, we see it firstly as a great way to look hotter for Daddy's 20th high school reunion in August, and secondly to be in the best shape ever for our round-number birthdays coming up next year.
Initially I worried that piling the fellers in the hand-me-down dual jogging stroller for that long would annoy them, but it's actually a lot of fun. The trail we run winds by three parks we are known to frequent, making water breaks a breeze and guaranteeing some exercise for everybody. I took the boys out for a run by myself post-dinner on Thursday and, after I put in my 2.5 miles (half walking, let's be honest), we ended up staying at the park closest to our house until it was almost dark.
I've been trying to get in some kind of running or long-distance walking most days while Daddy is gone so I can keep up. Tonight, with Isaac feeling perkier and his temperature and pukiness having apparently left the building, I was stoked to throw them in the stroller and run/walk to Starbucks. Everything seemed totally awesome until we got there. Isaac immediately complained about the air conditioning once we were inside -- you know, something I'm sure every other human on the planet would look forward to on a 90-degree day. "It's too cold," he said, and I once again noticed the bags under his eyes. We kept our visit short.
At home, I let them watch a short movie before bed. Isaac lay nearly facedown the whole time, watching, but tired out of his mind. He actually begged me to read stories and put him to bed, which I did, but not before I found out he was sporting a nasty 102-degree fever.
So! No church for us tomorrow, and he'll probably also miss his first official swimming lesson on Monday. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that we won't be spending that time at the pediatrician's instead.
Two weeks ago, Daddy and I started running together. He's a good running buddy -- he's determined, he has stamina, and he has these mutant calf muscles that are fun to look at in his jogging shorts. And he pushes the stroller, bless him. At first Daddy brought up running together because he was motivated to get in shape for his hiking trip to the Cascades. Now that we are doing it regularly, we see it firstly as a great way to look hotter for Daddy's 20th high school reunion in August, and secondly to be in the best shape ever for our round-number birthdays coming up next year.
Initially I worried that piling the fellers in the hand-me-down dual jogging stroller for that long would annoy them, but it's actually a lot of fun. The trail we run winds by three parks we are known to frequent, making water breaks a breeze and guaranteeing some exercise for everybody. I took the boys out for a run by myself post-dinner on Thursday and, after I put in my 2.5 miles (half walking, let's be honest), we ended up staying at the park closest to our house until it was almost dark.
I've been trying to get in some kind of running or long-distance walking most days while Daddy is gone so I can keep up. Tonight, with Isaac feeling perkier and his temperature and pukiness having apparently left the building, I was stoked to throw them in the stroller and run/walk to Starbucks. Everything seemed totally awesome until we got there. Isaac immediately complained about the air conditioning once we were inside -- you know, something I'm sure every other human on the planet would look forward to on a 90-degree day. "It's too cold," he said, and I once again noticed the bags under his eyes. We kept our visit short.
At home, I let them watch a short movie before bed. Isaac lay nearly facedown the whole time, watching, but tired out of his mind. He actually begged me to read stories and put him to bed, which I did, but not before I found out he was sporting a nasty 102-degree fever.
So! No church for us tomorrow, and he'll probably also miss his first official swimming lesson on Monday. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that we won't be spending that time at the pediatrician's instead.
posted by Claire at 9:54 PM
2 Comments:
Yah... we're in sicky land too... no puking (knock on wood), but the 102 fever. Thankfully, Benhas been spared for now (knock on wood).... but yeah, our weekend has sucked. But hey, glad to hear we are in good company! ;)
Claire - i am uber proud of your running attempts - another level of excitement for your visit in Aug - we MUST do a run at some point. :)
Glad to hear Isaac is on the mend. I am NOT looking forward to Jonas's first major fever/sicky day.
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