This summer Brad and I trained for our first Triathlons, which required some bike time. We really tried to make it a family affair. We would pack up the kids with toys and snacks and head out on the road. It would go really well for about 30 seconds. Then it would start...and for the rest of the ride we would threaten, bribe, beg, plead, yell and finally we would lose our minds. On this particular ride we decided that stopping at a gas station and buying the kids Popsicles was a good idea. As we peddled our hearts out to get home while the kids were quite, we thought we were brilliant. When we got home we found out we weren't.
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