Remember those Guinness guys from a few years ago?? “BRILLIANT!!” they would shout.
Yesterday, I had a BRILLIANT moment.
You see, I struggle with finding time to run and with the boys. But a few days ago Strawberry’s teacher’s husband (you follow that?!) mentioned he took his son out on his Razor while he ran next to him.
So I packed up the Neo-crew and got them all decked out in their Razor gear and we hit the trails. 5 miles in the heat at an 8-8:30 pace per mile wasn’t too shabby. And the truth is I didn’t even have to bribe them until mile 4. That’s when Vanilla started crying and I yelled, “YOGURTLAND!” and ran faster.
He didn’t want to be left alone so he followed behind me crying for the last 3/4 of a mile. I’ll put a few dollars in his therapy jar and hope that the creamy goodness of Yogurtland will wash away the traumatic memory.
Note to self: 4 mile limit on the Razor Runs with my training crew.