A common past time of our previous (before kids) lives, was hiking. We got out, most weekends, for one or more really good hikes. A good hike used to be defined somewhere within the 8-10 mile range, 4-6 if we were feeling a bit lazy.
These days a good hike is in the 1-3 mile range because of those shorties we share our lives with. The biggest boy is a trooper and will peter out at about 3 miles, which is not bad at all. We are thrilled with the simple fact that he enjoys the outdoors as much as we do, and that he has some considerable stamina for his age and size. The littlest guy still doesn't have much of a choice, being strapped to us or in the stroller, whether he likes it or not.
Today, Mr. Bejos secretly arranged for a sitter and chose a trail that we had not yet set foot upon. We covered over 8 miles, yes that's right, over 8 miles, in just a short 2.5 hours. Paired with a beautiful spring day it was perhaps the very best outdoor day that we have had in a very long time. We were sweaty, tired, and felt like we had accomplished something. Oh how we miss that feeling, and how good it is to be reacquainted with the subtle aches and stiffness that comes with the feeling of properly challenging your body outside of the walls of a gym.