are we there yet?

So sometimes I wonder why I need to use a treadmill.

Why can't I go run in the great outdoors?

Well, today I was reminded.

My husband works part time and goes to school full time. He leaves in the morning at 6:30am and comes home in the evening at 6:45pm. Then it's dinner, spending time with the kids, getting the kids to bed, doing homework until we fall asleep somewhere between midnight and 1am. (Did I mention I'm going to school, too? Oh, well, I am!)

Friday and Saturday mornings are bliss for me. I wake up, smile at the hubs and whatever kids have crawled into our bed in the middle of the night, and run my little heart out--alone.

But two days a week is not enough running for this newly-addicted Chiquita.

So, what about the rest of the week?

Well, back to today.

It's summer in the Wasatch. There's a slight breeze and some mildly-threatening clouds: it's beautiful weather to run in. I have a double jogging stroller and my two oldest can keep up on their scooters.

However, it's no picnic.

Pushing a stroller while running takes a lot more effort than running by your lil ol' self. That's good, right?

Except every 3 seconds having to tell the littler kids to get their hands away from the wheels and answer the never-ending "Are we there yet?" and "How much longer?" questions my older kidlets throw at me.

Finding my groove is a lost cause, and--while it's still an "okay" workout--I haven't really enjoyed myself.

So, tomorrow I hit the gym. It's win-win, really. The kids play, I run, then we are reunited happy and ready to spend the rest of the day together.

Tomorrow can't come fast enough.

Are we there yet?