Spring. Hi Spring.

Just got back in from a run.  We took the baby out in the jogging stroller for the first time.  We have a super-basic jogging stroller, completely stripped down, almost no bells or whistles.  It has a bag under the seat and a rear pocket and a hand brake.  It is at least ten years old.  Maybe older.  We got it used from a coworker who used it with her two kids who are, I think, seven and five now? And she got it used.  We are at least the third, but for some reason I think fourth, owner of said stroller.  Nonetheless!  We put air in the tires, unfolded it, vacuumed all the sawdust off it (hazards of basement life) and headed for the sunny side of the street (the cloudy side of the street is still full of ice and rapidly melting snow and slush.)  I have no idea how it went, because they were off and out of sight before I could say boo.  So I did three miles, all by myself, feeling my usual slow-poke-ness but also feeling something totally new.  Something I haven’t felt in months.

I felt hot.  Not warmed up, not warm, but hot.  Not sexy-hot, but temperature hot.  The sun is beating down on me hot.  I try not to call it on the first great day of the year, but this year I’m calling it early because I need it.  Spring is here, or really, really close.

Advertisements

Leave a comment

Filed under Uncategorized

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s