It was all going so well. The boys were sunscreened up (me, too), helmets on, water bottles in tow, everyone changed or peed. We were going on a 3 mile walk around the community. It wasn’t my run, but in the time constraints I have today, good enough. And then…one block from home, a flat tire. Not just a flat tire, but a very flat and no way to fill and stay filled tire. So back home, pushing J in his trike, pushing A’s bike, uphill I kid you not. We live at the top of a ridge, so every way is uphill.
It’s 90 degrees today, at least 100 in the garage where the treadmill is. Think I’m going out there to run? No.Honkin’.Way.
So A and I will go run a couple of errands now. Hopefully Murphy has been staying away from the van’s tires.