By Diane Ako
The men I live with are very athletic. Claus and the nanny were college athletes. Claus still enters a couple triathlons a year, so he trains year round and strives to improve his personal record. Nanny was a competitive runner and gets mad if he doesn't place in the top five when he races. He has actually done a race with Olivia, and still placed seventh. Tai competes in martial arts and hates when he doesn't place first.
I admire their athleticism, but I really don't relate to it. I give myself a hearty round of applause if I just get out and walk for 20 minutes a day (which I don't always!) It takes a lot of effort for me to get myself out there. It's against this backdrop that I tell this story.
I decided I would run every morning with Olivia to preschool using the jogging stroller. The stroller is getting old and is well used. Claus and the nanny log at least 50 miles a week with it.
I'm curious if anyone else has had this experience/theory, but we think when BOB strollers get older, the front wheel starts wobbling when you run with it. The guys now lock the wheel in place so it doesn't shimmy.
I unlock the wheel because it's easier to stroll that way. I do not walk at speeds fast enough to make it wobble. On my first day of running to school, I was watching for any potential wobbling.
Olivia got into the stroller and strapped herself in. I started my slow jog. Five minutes into it, just when I was feeling pretty good about myself and the fact that I was at least doing something, Olivia called out from her seat, "Are you running yet?"
Ego, meet pin. <pop!>
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