It’s bad enough that our little Pickle tries to keep me from running by telling me it’d be better for me to take a nap. But, then, I have to deal with Annie Cat giving me guilty eyes every time I lace up my running shoes. Seriously, how am I supposed to walk/run away from this adorable face?
Don’t worry — I did. I went for three miles. Three miles that were WAY better than yesterday’s three miles. (I would have gone for four, but my pregnant bladder wasn’t familiar enough with the park and the placement — or presence — of porta potties.)