On Wednesday mornings I usually run with my friend around a 4 mile loop on post. She cancelled last night, something about not feeling well. She’s also 178 weeks pregnant so I’m ok with her wussing out. Later, my friend Kay invited me on a bike ride. I planned to go, but then got the wild idea to take John and the twinkies (on their bikes) for a run around the loop.
The twinkies ask to ride their bikes every 30 seconds.
He looks pretty happy doesn’t he? The answer is no, not at all. This kid refused to take part. He pedaled so slow that I had to walk, and still keep stopping for him to catch up.
There was an old man with a brace on his leg and a crutch that lapped us. Seriously.
I was so angry that I gave up and turned around 1.5 miles in. It took Jackson and John another half mile to realize they had lost us. I tried yelling for them, but I think John had headphones on. (He denies this charge)
On the way back Reese started pedaling faster so I started to run. No joke, as soon as I started to run he slowed back down. Jerk.
Also, the stupid dog peed blood again.
Bonus WTF moment.
This is not staged.
I have not words for this one. He really loves soccer.