Nearly a year after I stopped hiking and running, we finally headed out with a new member of the family, not of the canine kind for those who know how dog crazy I am. Even with all my marathon training nothing prepared me for our little hurricane. In a bid to tire baby out and also work of that baby fat(hint for everyone to say what baby fat, you look great!) we headed out to Santa Teresa Park. It must be said, as stubborn sports car owners we now have to drive to hiking destinations with our boys in two separate cars. Mater kindly allows us to take care of his baby brother, but always has his watchful eye on the grandparents and parents of his brother. His joyful reunion with baby after a visit to the backyard is the stuff movies are made off. So without a doubt we cannot head out on a hike without either. Astoundingly enough little hurricane can give even Mater tough competition at hyperactivity. If you have read Meet Coach Mater, you must know how hard that is.
Mater had his head out the window the entire way to the make sure mom knew the way and was driving his baby brother safely. Destination reached and out we tumbled to start our hike. Leash on dog, Moby wrap on dad, baby on dad, mom on adrenaline off we left. We had all but reached the trail head before baby decided he could not appreciate the hike from inside the wrap. Little had sleep and outside world deprived mom, planned this little outing to head home now. I insisted I was going to carry him to the top. Little one was out like a light soon after we started. My marathon training came to the fore (rather how dismal my physical condition was) as I carried the little one up the mine trail.
Half a mile later which seemed like eternity, we branched out to the Ridge trail and also made attempt two at putting baby in the wrap. This time he stayed put and so I had the tough job of bringing the older boy down the trail. A little later we swapped boys again and passed a family picnicking at the top. How cool is that and would have been something I would have completely missed in my past fit condition zipping past it all. Now every step takes a marathon effort and so I have a lot of time to take in my surroundings when I am upright. Just for context, when I am out running with Mater (two times in the last year), I am sweating it, pushing myself hard while Mater is smelling the roses and chewing on grass at the same pace.
We then Coyote Creek trail because I am sucker for punishment and then headed down Hidden Springs Trail, with baby sleeping all the way till we reached Hidden Springs. Curious cat that he is he seemed excited to be somewhere other than home and took great delight in cooing at Mater and the hills in turn.
After months of agonizing over how to put baby to sleep, we finally had the solution. Take him hiking, it may kill us, but he will sleep. It is a fair compromise and I realize the need to train again if I want to have a shot at keeping up with my two hurricanes.
- Use that over-priced jogging stroller to take the little one on hikes
- Train using the over-priced jogging stroller to take the little one on hikes
- Get a car with a trunk that can actually house the over-priced stroller
- Walking 7 miles every day when full term pregnant will result in a baby who expects that every day in later life