Matt and I trade off long runs, and he had the early run today. So while he was on his run, I decided to run 1.1 mile loops around the neighborhood with Ellie, in order to get part of my run done.
I failed to consider that starting my 17 miler with 6.6 miles worth of baby jogger pushing was not brilliant.
As I left for part two of the run, I was feeling pretty great. Until the moderately bad afternoon air quality, humidity, and two mile uphill on the way home hit me, and I wanted to cry. But instead, I ran home. Slowly.
However, I saw the following on my run:
1. Truck with lit grill on the back. (Again.)
2. More than one person out for a run in boardshorts. I could tell they were running far because they also had fuel belts.
3. A lady who yelled at me for running in the street with a stroller. (There's a bike lane!)
So to make up for my pathetic running story, here are some photos of Ellie. When Matt tickles her, her entire face lights up with a huge smile. I love it.
|(Daddy is sooo funny.)|
|(Snuggled up with her new dalmatian from Uncle Zach.)|