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Goal #2!

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Today I did it!  I woke up at 6am when Jacob jumped in the shower and talked my sweet butt into getting up and going on a walk.  Every night when I’m going to sleep I try to see myself getting out of bed the next morning full of excitement for a walk and it never works.  I told Jacob what I was doing and he told me it was cold outside.  It didn’t seem cold inside so I checked the weather.  It said 55 degrees but was supposed to rain.  I ran downstairs to check the weather myself.  Cool but no rain.  I ran back upstairs to get ready and get the dogs ready to go with me.

We started our walk.  The dogs have to do their business before we can actually get going.  Once they’re done and I get onto the street, here come the sprinkles.  I keep on going.  While I’m trying to speed up my pace, and keep the dogs from smelling every blade of grass, there are random drops just falling from the sky.  I tell myself to start jogging a bit to hurry.  Katie doesn’t feel like running so I’m basically pulling her along with me.  I get maybe .5 miles down and the sprinkles get heavier.  We turn around.  Now, Katie is ready to sprint back home.  (Keyword: treats) So we run all the way back.

When we get back in the house I thought I’d do some sit-ups since my walk was shortened.  While I’m laying on the ground, Ginger keeps dumping her frisbee on my chest to throw it for her to fetch.  I only end of doing about 100 sit-ups, but again, it’s better than nothing.

I’m proud of myself for not letting too many excuses get in the way of me actually exercising a bit this morning.  Tomorrow it’s supposed to be pouring rain so maybe I’ll dance in the living room to Wii.

Dogs before kids?

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This morning Jacob and I went to see our friends’ toddler play soccer.  I was amazed at how many four year old girls, with their cute pig tails and bows and fashionable jerseys, were there.  The game starts and the coaches and parents tell their little soccer players what to do.  “Get the ball, go get it!   Good girl!”  Another ball drops and the kids go sprinting towards it to see who gets there first.  “Good girl!  Go get that ball!”  A girl makes a goal!  “Alright!  Good job!  Now bring the ball here!”  A whistle blows after ten minutes of play time.  “Halftime!  Let’s get treats!!”  The girls run to the bench to get their oranges and peaches…you know, to avoid cramps.  After just fifteen minutes of watching this, I tell our friends that the coaches and parents talk to the kids like dogs.  I mean really!  After raising our two dogs to fetch and play with their toys, I could teach a four year old how to play soccer.

We got home from the soccer fields and I gave the dogs a bath, let them outside to play frisbee, gave them treats, and now they’re napping.  See!  Easy as pie.

The moral of this story: every couple should raise a dog or two before raising kids.

 

Thanks to Lisa and Jason Ruley for inviting us to share in their memories.

Go Team!