We all do it. It’s called a race. ;o)
Today, however, I’m paying for the privilege of running around my neighborhood. Due to Beer Geek having a crazy work schedule, some evening meetings, soccer practice, and Shoo’s best bud being out of town, I have no time today where I won’t have Shoo with me. If I want to get my run on (and boy, do I need to – the scale was not nice to me today AND I’m in desperate need of an endorphin hit), I have to either hit the treadmill or get a babysitter.
Did I mention that it’s supposed to be in the 70s today? Why, yes, it is.
So, Shoo’s preschool teacher will come over after lunch and give him some quality play time, while mommy goes out and has a date with running and the Merrell Pace Gloves.
And it will be worth every.single.penny.