|Why, yes, that is a grown man pushing a kiddie basket at the grocery store. His daughter walked off with the full sized one. What's a guy to do?|
So then I want to finish the planned run and he wants to burpee and I'm frustrated that my brain had set a course for running a certain distance but torn and he's frustrated I don't want to mix it up. And I feel like a wet blanket on his spontaneity and unappreciative that he at least wants to do some exercise and I have no idea what else he thinks. But there's a lot of frustration going on and frustration seems to be the only activity My Fitness Pal does not list as burning any calories.
In my head, I know I should just run the 1.9 miles with him that he wants to run and then keep going by myself while he heads home. But that's hard. Because if he's stopping, my head thinks that's a really good reason to stop, too. Sigh.
|Family bike rides after dinner are fun. Even if you're like me bringing up the rear most days.|