Our flight was cancelled because the pilot's seat wouldn't recline or some shit like that, so we're stuck in Brownsville until late tomorrow night. This airport handles about two flights a day and managed to fuck it all up in the first hour.  Felicity has croup and is so over this trip. 

Her favorite thing about vacation is people watching at the airport. She smiles and waves at everyone. Once we leave the airport, she's done. I'm like that too, minus the smiling and waving. 

I know it's not a race, but I love passing all the men on the trail while pushing the running stroller and blasting Beyonce's Run The World. 

Those elderly had no idea what competition awaited them when they headed out the door with their canes this morning. 

Also, Felicity loses both socks every time we run. I imagine there's a group of prairie dogs burrowing around the park in stylish leggings.