I’ve been jogging with Kenzy, Huxley and our Thule jogging stroller for over three years now. It’s been my savior on most days, but I have to admit it’s wearing on me. Kenzy is a little giant, and pushing her while keeping track of Huxley is not the feeling of the solo run I had grown so accustomed to for decades. Over the holidays we’ve been going out farther (Kenzy says,”Let’s see ALL the holiday lights!”), and today I was DONE. “You’re too big for this stroller!” I huffed and puffed going up a tiny incline. I was frustrated at what my once fast pace had turned into. Huxley, sniffing another tree again, refusing to move & Kenzy making me check each one of those little free libraries peppered throughout the neighborhood. Was this EVEN a run? At one point I stopped to take a picture of a butterfly just hanging out on my shoe. Was I going SO SLOW that a butterfly found me as appealing as a bush? I gave up briefly, stopping to sip my iced coffee in the stroller’s cup holder.
Towards the end of the run, I had trouble even keeping the stroller straight. Did Kenzy eat too many holiday treats? Was she leaning way to the left? I looked down and saw the culprit right away. One of the tires was completely flat. I apologized to Kenzy right away, “You’re not too big after all!” as we both laughed. “It was the WHEEL,” Kenzy giggled. I felt a major relief that maybe I wasn’t losing my form and maybe with a little air in the tires it would all be OK again. I’m still not a race queen, but I am happy to know Kenzy hasn’t totally outgrown her “stroll stroll” as we call it. It continues to be my brush with the outdoors & consistent movement–as slow as it may be. It boosts my mood in a year where it really needs boosting.
I thought maybe I could make a metaphor out of this whole thing by the last paragraph, but really I’m just happy to air up this tire later today & get back out there tomorrow.