Got a rugrat? Me too, pain in my fucking ass. I bought a fucking running stroller so I can take the little anklebiter with me on runs. What does this fucking get me? Well, on a longer run, I actually have to stop whilst dripping sweat from greasy wop forehead to wipe my daughter's ass.
Fuck this!
Can't do shit about it, but suck it up and push through. I guess it's better than dragging a Christing Radio Flyer behind me. But, shit, you'd know I was coming. Rattlerattlerattle...
Point is, that stupid thing provides some resistance. Plus, she's a fat little sausage, so schlepping 30 extra pounds on top of the 20 pound stroller gets my heart pumping fine. Any fatter and I'd be kicking her around like a bunch 6-year olds playing soccer. Once you don't have to push the tubby fuck-trophy on race-day you'll be flying so goddamned fast.
Who's got kids? How do you cope? Sound off, vaginafaggots!
EDIT: So you're all aware, I love my daughter with every bit of my soul. Best. Fuck-trophy. Ever.
My solution? I'm a lazy bitch and don't run. We have bikes and a bike stroller that's never been used. Awesome.
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