~ The unlikely saga of a middle-aged mom of twin second-graders and an Athena triathlete ~
Cute story. I was pushing/running with 115lbs worth of toddlers (2 mine and one niece) up a steep hill this weekend. I was dying. 200lbs? That's crazy hard.
I remember those days. I was depressed the other day because I got passed by a guy pushing a double jogger, while my only extra weight was my ipod and my butt. Oh well, I tell myself he was a big, bad Marine so that's why he passed me.
When I used to run a dayhome, a dentist appointment was like a holiday. No diapers? I just lay back and breathe? Thanks for the reminder that a mere marathon can't scare ME, I'm a PARENT :)
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