See, I was supposed to run a 5K last night after work. One of my co-workers urged me to run it with her and I agreed. Because?
So I got to work yesterday and my co-worker ended up not being able to run that night. She had double-booked herself and had to run a different race (that she had paid actual $ to run). I wasn't all that upset
But I knew I would feel kinda guilty if I didn't do SOMETHING exercise-ish after work.
Thus began another adventure with my 2 boyz in the double-jog stroller:
It is pretty much downhill the entire way to get to Eldest's football practice field. So I ran. For about 18 minutes until we reached an uphill part. I was sweating profusely and gasping for breath as I huffed to my two young offspring, "*gasp* GET *gasp* OUT *gasp*". So they both bounded and be-bopped freely the rest of the way as I pushed an empty (and MUCH lighter, might I add) stroller.
Football practice goes until 7:45pm. With summer coming to an end, it really starts to get dark by that time.
And? I had forgotten that the SUV that Hubby had driven to practice didn't have the little boyz' carseats in it. So instead of being able to heave the stroller in the back and catch a ride home...yeah, I was pretty much shit outta luck.
So I consciously left practice early (probably 7:30ish) to make my trek back to the Trenches UPHILL THE WHOLE WAY. Pushing 67 pounds of whining.
You know how when you're pushing something heavy (like a stroller up a hill) you tend to bend over, head down, and stick your ass wayyyyy out? It wasn't pretty folks. Thankfully it was getting dark quickly.
But the imminent darkness factor was causing The Whiner Twinz much stress.
Baby began to cry. He was scared of 1) skunks; 2) bears; or 3) coyotes getting him.
Middle began to cry. My bug-bite boy was getting eaten alive.
Did I mention we were going uphill? In the quickly-approaching dark? And that it was f'ing hot and humid?
When we made our left turn off the main road and onto the STEEP hill that intersects with my subdivision street, I was done.
"*gasp* GET *gasp* OUT! *gasp"
They scampered out of the stroller, still crying, mind you, and walked alongside me.
For about half a minute.
"Da bear is gon' git me."
"GET BACK IN! HURRY UP!"
By this time, I was blinded by my own sweat dripping into my eyes. (And to be honest? I was kinda skeered of da bears myself. And the damn bugs were feasting on my skin too.)
We finally reached the crescent of the hill. And who should drive by right then?
I waved to him with my middle finger as his tailights rounded the bend to our house.
...until next time, that is.