Yesterday, I went walking at lunch with my two littlest kiddos (four and eleven months). I felt the pull to move faster because I only had an hour to eat, exercise, and spend time with my kids until the next meeting started. I was on the clock (like I always am). I was hoping to multi-task (like I always do) and knock out some exercise while pushing the baby and talking with my four year old. The thing is, my four year old was not walking at an acceptable pace or pushing the stroller with enough force to get it over the tree roots and sand. But before I had a chance to just take over and tell him to keep up with me, I stopped.