I wiped out the first 200 feet out the door on ice. Might should've picked the treadmill. At least I didn't fall in dog poop.
Started tackling the hills. I was pleased to note that they are getting easier. And it really was a nice day out (40* with mild winds). But I was in for a nasty little surprise. About a mile and a half down the road is a tiny brick house. A sweet little old man used to live there, but a couple of years ago a family moved in. No one told me that they got a new
I tried to take some pics of the twins when I got back. It started off well enough.
But soon enough those smiles turned to this:
That Cort! How am I ever going to keep up with him?
I gave Reid some consoling snuggles.