The walk…

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?

Finishing.

 

Still following,

Elizabeth