It comes as no surprise to me: running without a cold/cough feels better than running with one.

Another no-shocker: running without a jogging stroller is easier than running with one.

Now, if I could just remember to double tie my laces before I leave, my run might be wholly enjoyable.

The on-again, off-again goal is currently on: run the Army Ten Miler this fall. The only risk to it being off is, well, moving to Kansas. My currently little run is just over 2 miles, and I’m very proud of those two little miles. But this month, I need to get it up to 3. I did 3 when I was visiting my sister at Thanksgiving time, so the distance doesn’t bother me. But my lame 12 mph airborne shuffle means that Bill is stuck with unhappy baby for 45 minutes instead of a half hour.

He tried to give Pete a bottle last night while I was gone, and Petey did drink some of it. But the poor guy’s been erupting gas bombs out one end or the other all night long. Lovely.

On the 11th of this month, I’m going to a formal dinner with Bill and all the kids, including the lucky baby who usually gets to tag along everywhere, will stay with the sitter. But I think after dinner when there is usually a guest speaker who talks about pretty boring army stuff, I might just have to slip home to nurse the baby to sleep. I’m sure Bill will clue me in on whatever I missed. There’s a rule in the army: the higher in rank you get, the longer your speeches are. And if the guy professes an intention to “keep it brief”, add 15 minutes to what you think it might take.