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I was listening to the weather man (who has the most abnormally white teeth in the world, btw) blabber on this morning about how cool it was going to be outside today and listening to him sprinkle his sentences with phrases like, "autumn cool" and "taste of fall". Well, easily swayed am I, so I loaded up the jogging stroller and the youngest two kids and made some water bottles for a midday 5-miler.

Did I say "midday 5-miler"? I meant "holy hot-ass march of death". It was HOT at noon (I know, this should have occurred to me earlier) and although the kids were shaded and happy I was out in the sun pushing sixty pounds (PLUS the weight of the stroller, which by the end of my run I had estimated to be between five and seven tons) uphill on Old Spanish Trail to the imagined sounds of laughter from cars and gasps of horror from old people.

I parked at Saguaro East and ran to the church on Houghton and OST and back, though "ran" might be an exaggeration. I was barely moving on the way back, and I noticed every one of those hills that I often think are "fun" or "tiny" when running sans armored tank full of toddlers.

It wasn't all negative, though. I returned to my car to find a crew of Japanese tourists taking photos of the TriGirls sticker on my back windshield. In my own little way, I am now famous. I pray they got no photos of me, for it was a sad sight.

Tomorrow- early a.m. with running buddy!

Happy training!

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