Wednesday I stretched with the ball in the gym after the kids were in bed.
Thursday I thought was going to be a rugby night, but instead I was at home with my kids. I wanted to go out and have a fin walk. They thought walking was a bit quicker. So, although it was a rugby day and I couldn't go to rugby, I ended up doing about a 3k run, while pushing my youngest in a small plastic car rather quickly.
I mean, it must have been cool to be my youngest, hair flying behind him, laughing his butt off while his dad pushed the car at a rather quick pace. I'm cool, and I know it.
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