Meet Millie! She's been in our basement since yesterday afternoon. I just tried to go for a first run, but it didn't go so well. The baby wasn't very happy in her swing and one of the dogs tried licking the sweat from my legs as I ran. I only got in 1.7 miles (but at a speedy 8:20 pace -- oh, how I love being able to program the desired pace) before I needed to stop and take care of the baby.
Millie is still down there and I can almost hear her calling me... Cherl, come run with me! I'll have to try again tomorrow.