To say that my return to running after Campbell's birth has not gone well would be an understatement. I've been struggling to find the time and energy to run, and I keep setting up new deadlines to start running, only to miss them. It's been disheartening.
I was at a runner gathering today listened to everyone compare their race reports from today's half marathon, which is one of my favorite races. I left rather discouraged. I don't begrudge any of them their races; I had a lot of fun going out to cheer for them this morning with my chicken hat on. I just wish I could have run the race. I'd like to make a vow that I'll do it next year, but such vows never work for me.
This week I came to accept that if I want to run, I'm going to have to do it with Campbell in the babyjogger. I logged so many miles with Ella in that thing that I can't even count them. I didn't use it much with Lily, because if I went out for a run when she was a baby, I always had to take both her and Ella. Pushing a single jogger is hard enough; pushing a double is like running up hill and into the wind the whole time.
So now it's Campbell's turn. I put the frame together and cleaned it off, aired up the tires and snapped on the new seat and cover. We're all ready to go. I hope he likes riding in it as much as Ella used to.