July 19, 2011 by Amy B
This morning was supposed to be a seven mile run. Seeing that I had skipped Monday’s run and was clearly on a roll, I ended up running four with Scott and the baby in the BOB.
I was sweating before I even got out the door. It’s hot, humid and just lousy running weather. I suppose I could run the additional three miles tonight, but with temps starting to climb into the 90s, I think I’ll pass.
We purposely took it slow (we always do when someone has to push that damn stroller), so I’m pleased we kept it at the pace we did.
Tonight’s dinner? Pork potstickers. I must admit, they are awesome. I make a damn fine dumpling. It’s like I’m Asian or something.