It was hard to let go of this jogger. But the combined weight of the boys was rapidly approaching that of my own, and Bridge Street was not showing any signs of leveling off. Despite my impressive upper body strength, these factors added a considerable element of danger to our walking routine. This realization coincided with the fact that the boys had grown bored of the jogger, and it was time to trade in this beloved family ritual in exchange for group bike rides.
After placing my ad and administering an appropriate applicant background check, our jogger went to another deserving family. Good bye jogger. I will miss you.