Fun at the Park...
I woke up this morning to the sun shining through my window. I was super excited because it's been so stinkin' rainy lately. I decided that I would take my kids to the park. Not only would they get to play out in the sunshine, but I would get to go for a much-needed walk.
I normally exercise with my sister-in-law, Anna, but they left this morning to go to Utah. Since I am full of motivation (yeah, right) to lose this pooch belly, I decided to exercise on my own.
I own this freakin' awesome double jogging stroller. I bought it not long after Lauren was born. It's side by side and pink. Very pink. But I got a good deal on it.
I put the kids in the jogging stroller once we got to the park and set on my way around the walking trail. As some of you probably already know, I started running not too long ago. I've been a slacker lately, so I decided I would run a little while pushing the stroller. I only do this while going down hills because... well, if you were pushing 57 lbs worth of kids, you wouldn't want to go up hills either.
I made it around twice and started on my third time around. Now, there's this huge hill on this trail. The first two times, I pushed the stroller up the hill. I decided that this last time, I would go down it instead and give myself a break--kind of a cool-down type thing.
I started down this hill and thought to myself, "Why don't I run it, instead?" Because, in all honesty, it's easier to run down a hill with a stroller than walk because the stroller is moving kind of fast anyway. I started running a bit and stopped. This stroller has a strap on the handlebar that you're supposed to put on your arm. I thought I better do that just in case they get away from me. So I get the strap on my arm and start running again.
Now, before I had even started walking, I had placed our diaper bag in the compartment under the stroller. I noticed while walking that the strap was kinda hanging out, but I didn't think anything of it. So as I'm running down this big hill, I step on the strap which pulls the diaper bag out of the stroller, tripping me. Next thing I know, I'm on my hands and knees. The stroller with my poor children that was attached to my arm is no longer attached to my arm, but before it unattached itself, it pulled the stroller backward and tipped it over. I looked up and saw my kids upside down and crying.
I jumped up and ran over to them, tipped the stroller right side up and got them out. Luckily, they were fine. I always strap them in.
And, of course, it would be my luck that someone would see this fiasco. There was a man there mowing the grass, and he stopped as we went by, so we wouldn't get grass on us. He saw the whole thing. He comes over there asking if we're okay, which was nice, but I was so embarrassed that all I could think was, "Please, go away. Please, go away."
So now I have scrapes on both knees, palms, down my leg and even on my ankle. Yesss... Just call me "Grace." Evan was concerned about my booboos and asked if I needed a band-aid. :)
I am just so grateful that I put that strap on my arm because if I hadn't, they would've kept going down that hill. And since no one was hurt, I can tell the story and laugh because... I'm a clumsy oaf.
I was even thinking while I was running how impressive I must look pushing a stroller and running. HA!
I normally exercise with my sister-in-law, Anna, but they left this morning to go to Utah. Since I am full of motivation (yeah, right) to lose this pooch belly, I decided to exercise on my own.
I own this freakin' awesome double jogging stroller. I bought it not long after Lauren was born. It's side by side and pink. Very pink. But I got a good deal on it.
I put the kids in the jogging stroller once we got to the park and set on my way around the walking trail. As some of you probably already know, I started running not too long ago. I've been a slacker lately, so I decided I would run a little while pushing the stroller. I only do this while going down hills because... well, if you were pushing 57 lbs worth of kids, you wouldn't want to go up hills either.
I made it around twice and started on my third time around. Now, there's this huge hill on this trail. The first two times, I pushed the stroller up the hill. I decided that this last time, I would go down it instead and give myself a break--kind of a cool-down type thing.
I started down this hill and thought to myself, "Why don't I run it, instead?" Because, in all honesty, it's easier to run down a hill with a stroller than walk because the stroller is moving kind of fast anyway. I started running a bit and stopped. This stroller has a strap on the handlebar that you're supposed to put on your arm. I thought I better do that just in case they get away from me. So I get the strap on my arm and start running again.
Now, before I had even started walking, I had placed our diaper bag in the compartment under the stroller. I noticed while walking that the strap was kinda hanging out, but I didn't think anything of it. So as I'm running down this big hill, I step on the strap which pulls the diaper bag out of the stroller, tripping me. Next thing I know, I'm on my hands and knees. The stroller with my poor children that was attached to my arm is no longer attached to my arm, but before it unattached itself, it pulled the stroller backward and tipped it over. I looked up and saw my kids upside down and crying.
I jumped up and ran over to them, tipped the stroller right side up and got them out. Luckily, they were fine. I always strap them in.
And, of course, it would be my luck that someone would see this fiasco. There was a man there mowing the grass, and he stopped as we went by, so we wouldn't get grass on us. He saw the whole thing. He comes over there asking if we're okay, which was nice, but I was so embarrassed that all I could think was, "Please, go away. Please, go away."
So now I have scrapes on both knees, palms, down my leg and even on my ankle. Yesss... Just call me "Grace." Evan was concerned about my booboos and asked if I needed a band-aid. :)
I am just so grateful that I put that strap on my arm because if I hadn't, they would've kept going down that hill. And since no one was hurt, I can tell the story and laugh because... I'm a clumsy oaf.
I was even thinking while I was running how impressive I must look pushing a stroller and running. HA!