Why do they call it a “Fun Run”? I guess because it rhymes since we all know there just can’t be anything “fun” about running 2.2 miles. I thought it would “fun” to walk that so when Phil suggested we go to a neighboring town and enter the St. Patrick’s Day “Fun Run/Walk” I agreed to it.
So that’s what we did yesterday. In 40 mph winds and 50 degree weather. I did it with Gerhardt strapped to me and Phil (who of course ran the thing) pushed the girls in our stroller (we are all very proud though, he was the first stroller to the finish). So today I’m hurting a little and tomorrow I’m sure I’ll be hurting a little more. And we didn’t even stay for the parade (the real reason I wanted to go!) We couldn’t since we couldn’t figure out how to kill the hour and a half before the parade started with three tired hungry babies, stuck outside, in the cold wind asking to go home so they could watch a show.
Photo Credit (no that isn’t Phil believe it or not)
You forgot to mention that you’re pregnant.
Oh and I’m 15 weeks PREGNANT! I think that deserves a big “Boo yah!” to all my fellow “Fun Runners”. Well, the 5 that were behind me at least.