Note to self: Do not go running with Goober on Mondays. Manuevering stroller that much makes me feel drunk.
Of course Goob was completely out the entire time, just loving the fact that she was in motion. Yay for naps! But dude, pushing a stroller made me have to readjust my stride and running style. I felt very awkward, and most likely looked like a running mom noob. Oh well, we went 2.5 miles!
After the run, Goob was a little shocked too...as you can tell from this picture. This look remained on her face for about 5 minutes. It was pretty funny.
My jogging stroller needs a name. Since apparently all my nicknames start with "G," I'm thinking he (yeah, I figure my stroller's a dude) needs a G name. Taking suggestions in comments and on Facebook. Perhaps even making this a contest for a prize, with readers voting for the best name.
Have at it, creative minds!