I love to run. I’ve been running almost my whole life. Sometimes more than others. Sometimes more consistently than others. But everything goes better when I’m able to run semi-regularly.
Izri is only 4.5 months old but I’ve already started running again. Considering I ran till I was 28 weeks pregnant with him, it isn’t surprising I’m getting back to it sooner with him than with the others. He still isn’t consistent enough with when he wakes up at night for me to go in the morning before the kids are up, so that leaves going when Brett gets home from work in the evening. Which means kids want to come with me.
Yesterday I went out for 2.5 miles. I pushed Shimri and Shimei in the double jogging stroller the whole way. And for the first time Iddo paced me on her bike. She did great and went 1.25 miles before she decided that since we were going past the house anyway that she’d stop. I ran loops around the house in case that happened. Next time she’ll probably go further. I was so proud of her.
My kids are my favorite running partners. Between pushing the stroller and answering their questions the whole time they definitely stretch my physical limits. And every now and then they think I’m actually going fast too.