It seemed like a good idea at the time.
Drive to my daughter’s house,
put two year old granddaughter in the jogging stroller,
walk the 1 1/3 miles from her house to the local fitness trail that surrounds the golf course,
walk the 2.2 miles around the fitness trail,
walk the 1 1/3 miles back.
Not a big deal, right?
After all, I often walk two laps around the fitness trail by myself.
The difference I didn’t count on was pushing the 27 pound granddaughter plus the 30 pound stroller.
Let’s just say it was slow going on the part where you have to walk uphill.
I actually almost called my daughter to come get us rather than to walk back to her house.
(Except I was too proud and too stubborn to admit to my marathon running son in law
that I couldn’t do it and had quit.)
So, my simple pleasure this week?