In my frustration about not having enough hours in the day to run regularly, I have revisited the idea of running in the evenings while pushing Gabriel in the Bob Revolution. And you know what? It’s much more delightful in many ways than running alone is. It adds a great deal of difficulty to a distance run having to push that thing - plus the 25 pound boy sitting in it. I mostly avoid the steep hills because I’m afraid the stroller might take off on its own if I lose control of it. However, overall, it’s working well. Last night we went for a four mile run through Judkins Park, across 23rd Avenue and MLK, JR into Smith Park, through the Mount Baker tunnel, and onto the I-90 pedestrian bridge. Gabriel sat very quietly through the first two miles, taking in his surroundings, enjoying the cars on one side and the water on the other, and every now and then will look up at me as I say hello to him to remind him that I’m still there. On the way back home, he eagerly babbles, says “mamamamama,” and starts laughing for no apprent reason. Hopefully he laughs because he’s feeling very contented.
I hope that his accompanying me on some of my runs will model an example of fitness for him, so that when he is old enough he will want to run too. 