Look Out Lance

Guess what I did today? Mom and I went for a bike ride together. Well, she ran, (and I use the term "ran" loosely. She basically jogged in place) while I rode my bike next her. The plan was to go a mile. Is that a lot for a three year old? I'm not sure. Well, I made it 3/4 of a mile before I told her I was tired. So she pushed my bike home and I ran the last 1/4. Honestly! It was great. Now I just need some running shoes because these Crocs just aren't cuttin' the mustard.

I can just see it now. Fifteen years from now I'm going to be on Oprah, and she's gonna ask me, "So when did you start biking?" And I'll say, "Well Oprah, its actually a funny story. My mom decided she thought maybe she wanted to be a runner, and she hated pushing me in a stroller while she ran. So at THREE, she started me out biking a mile while she ran. Child abuse? Maybe. Fun? For sure!!!!"

Crunch time,
HAJ

PS - I rode my big boy bike, not my trike as shown above. Hey, let's get together and try to think of a better name for my new bike. Its draggin' me down typing "big boy bike" all the time.