3,000 questions

Ran a short 3 miles on the bridge this morning with the jogging stroller, contents : 1 inquisitive 5 year old. Got a late start and it already felt pretty hot outside by 9 am. The challenge this morning was trying to answer 3,000 questions my son came up with while I ran. It's a bit difficult to hear him when he's not facing me and there are cars whizzing past us at 60 mph. At one point all I heard was "say OK". So I did. I have no idea what I ok'd, and I'm hoping it wasn't somthing crazy like" Hey mom will you buy me a speedboat after naptime ?". The stroller was also veering to the right the whole time, and keeping it pointed in a straight line without running into the fence on either side was a pain. Plus I can't use my arms like I do sans stroller. I think I remember now when I like to run in solitude. This was not a zen kind of run. However what made it worthwhile was watching Garrett run his heart out when he decided to pop out of the stroller. He just looks so natural, free and easy when he runs. He cranks his little hands and smiles the biggest smile. Pure joy for him. So it's worth the PITA stroller to have those moments with him.

I also have realized that I need to replace my cotton bras and shirts, as I am looking at my battle scars from Saturday's run. I have quite a bit of chafing on my arm and chest from where the edges and seams rubbed on my skin. And I need to get another travel size tube of body glide so I can put it in the fuel belt and apply as needed during a long run. Nothing is worse than knowing you still have 4 miles to cover and there is nothing you can do to alleviate the pain. Even the nice blousey shorts hem rubbed a spot on my left leg. Ouch.