Does anyone remember the 2004 World Series when Curt Schilling pitched game 2 days after having surgery and bloodied his sock--yet went on to win the game? Well---I took my jogging stroller out for the first time yesterday. Addison is barely big enough to fit in it now. Kaitlyn and I went for a little walk--I ran one small section of the lake and thought my lungs were going to explode out of my chest--but mostly I was in pain because my new shoes were rubbing on my ankles--well I pressed forward and made it home. Instead of a bloody sock--I have bloody shoes. (Only a few minor differences in my story and Curt Schilling's) They have been christened well. :oP
