So we set out for a 90 minute stroller run on Thursday morning and I was feeling all peppy, and light on my feet, and happy to be out on the trail with my best boys. We got out the door and to the trail relatively drama free (like it took less then 14 hours). The stroller was tracking in a perfectly straight line, instead of trying to pull me into the bushes. I felt like I was a runner running with a stroller, not a frazzled and sweaty mom hanging on desperately and trying to get the run done before the figurative wheels came off.
The boys were happily chatting away and I was in the zone and not paying particular attention to what they were saying until Cooper's voice singing the same words over and over pulled me back to reality. What was he saying?
GO LEXIE GO! GO LEXIE GO! GO LEXIE GO!