Time

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.

Potholes...

And more potholes...

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.

In our element.

Sweetest Miss K.

We feel right at home...

Kimberley, we'll learn to love you again.  Eventually.  We just need a little time.