Last week I realized that I am DONE trying to attempt pushing these two boys of close to 65 pounds and running. It was one thing in our old neighborhood where I could map out my 2 mile route and manage to avoid any hills. Then we moved here and there is no avoiding hills in this neighborhood as every street is a hill. I tried to do it at first and then shifted to running down the hills and walking up, and now I will only walk and that is when I feel really desperate to get out of the house and exercise.
I must say I have treasured the time with these boys in this stroller, as I have watched and felt them grow and listened to the conversation develop from me talking to them, to them carrying on their own conversation(if thats what you call it) and more often yelling matches. I really do think they could of woken people up sleeping in their houses some mornings. I can't count the number of waffles eaten, planes spotted, or times we've stopped to see the ducks, or most exciting seen the trash men or trees being cut down.
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