There's just no pretty way to say this, but running in our new neighbourhood stinks. (Or perhaps that's just the smell of my attitude?) The roads are slanted (as in slan-ted) and full of potholes, and the double stroller doesn't fit onto most of the sidewalks. Boo. I've tried out a number of running routes near our home and they all send me home frustrated and with a grumpy IT band. Pfffft.
But since my momma taught me to make the most of every situation, I'm determined to make this work. I will find a way to run in our new town and not only that, but to run happy too. I need to: Grumpy mama has been surfacing way too often lately.
So for now my POA is simple: During the week I do two 5 km lunchtime double stroller runs in our neighbourhood (or more frequent, but shorter runs if J Bear doesn't feel like a whole 5) - there simply isn't enough time to go run anywhere else. I've found an okay-ish 5 km route that is a mixture of (slanted) tar roads and gravel sidewalks - just enough variation to keep the IT bands (sort of) happy.
And then on weekends... Ahhhhh, weekends. That's when the magic happens. I load Miss K and the single stroller into the car and we head off to one of the game farms outside of town to run our little hearts out. It. Is. Heavenly. For a sweet hour or two, we forget all about our less than ideal neighbourhood running conditions and the fact that our hearts are, in all honesty, still missing Bloem in a big, big way.
Kimberley, we'll learn to love you again. Eventually. We just need a little time.