Sometimes workouts don't end up being quite what you had planned.
Heh. Is that the understatement of the month?
Today I went out with the two girls in the jogstroller. We went over to the track and went around it once, and that was fine, despite Catherine falling down on the asphalt about three times.
Then we loaded back up again and went out for some road mileage. I was hoping to get in 4 or 5 miles. Fat chance.
First Elisabeth pooped, which at first she didn't mind sitting in, but then which made her progressively crankier.
Then Catherine took off both her favorite red sandals and was playing with the velcro, but would periodically drop one and would scream until I retrieved it.
Then they both started hitting each other and screaming, just to aggravate each other and me.
That was when I finally gave up and turned around and went home and put them both in Baby Jail. AKA their cribs, which they can actually climb out of now but they don't seem to remember that.
2.6 miles. Guess it's the bike trainer tonight instead. I just found out yesterday that Elisabeth is probably going to get into preschool for speech therapy and Catherine probably won't be eligible because her development and speech are right on track. (She comes out with sentences that surprise me every now and then like "Where did that ball go? What is Elisabeth doing?", and identified all the pictures for the nice lady yesterday and named the colors while signing them too and counted to five yesterday.)
So now I have to figure out a way to get in my workouts in September and October with a single jogstroller or something. I'm not sure I want to put the kid-carrier on the back of the tri-bike, but maybe on the back of the old steel bike it will work. . . .