Take a few minutes to look at this picture. Look at that lady. Doesn't she look like she's practically flying? Doesn't it appear as if that sleek, aerodynamic jogging stroller is in some mysterious way making her job easier? Almost like it is propelling her forward instead of the other way around?
It is because of just such an image that I began searching Craig's List for a nice, slightly used, jogging stroller. I run in my parent's neighborhood, which is just a minute away from my own, because the main circle is exactly one mile. Perfect for my running needs because it's easy to calculate. And when I run I usually let Marianna play with my little sister, Breanna. But I thought it might be nice if there was a way to take Adrienne with me. The jogging stroller is the logical answer.
I mean really, how could I not get one when it looks this incredible? I almost felt like I'd be missing out on something without this three wheeled contraption to forge the path ahead of me.
So I found a nice, slightly used jogging stroller just like I had been looking for. On closer inspection it looked like the wheels were slightly deflated, but for $35.00, who cares about the inconsequentials?
This morning was our maiden voyage with the new jogging stroller, and we couldn't have asked for nicer weather to embark on the big run. It was 70 degrees with a slight breeze. Everything was looking our way. I flipped the iPod on and took off, a spring in my step, the stroller in front of me, and two miles calling my name.
100 feet and all was well. 200 feet and I was starting to feel a quickness of breath I didn't expect so soon into my run. 1/2 a mile later and the thing calling my name had changed. My beating heart and heaving lungs were screaming quite a bit louder than the two miles ever had.
I felt dead. Well, not quite dead, but dead in proportion to what I should be feeling after 1/2 a mile.
Could it be possible that the jogging stroller with the slightly deflated wheels could possibly make that much of a difference? The answer to that question, my friend, is yes. Yes, it was possible that after completing one mile I felt like I was on the final stretch of a 5k. It was possible that on the second mile I found the burn in my legs so much more intense that I expected that "running" was a term I could apply only sporadically to the activity I was taking part in. Even the fast walking was leaving me out of breath.
I've heard intervals are good for your heart. If so, I'm in good shape because it looks like there are a lot of intervals in my future as me and my new friend find our stride together. I don't anticipate any of these moments soon,
but I do hope that maybe in the future I'll be able to trick some people into thinking that it's a piece of cake. Just like pushing air, really. Not like the load of bricks it seemed like today.