Tuesday, November 29, 2011

4 Reasons To Run With A Jogging Stroller


I used to think satisfaction came at the end, at the finish line. Now I know that what I see or smell or do on the way is much more significant than the distance we covered or how fast we did it. Susan Williams, A Mother And Son As Training Partners
Honestly, my jogging stroller is heavy! Monkey is now 30 pounds and I don’t know what the stroller weighs, but whatever it is -it’s weighty. Today, as I was running past a couple of my neighbors, they joked, “The speed limit is 25mph through here!”
For a second it bothered me that I was slow enough that my neighbors felt compelled to make a joke about it, but I’m not that fast without the stroller, except on the days after I’ve run with the jogging stroller – I feel so light and free without the extra weight that I do go faster. So while, I may have been going slow today, I’ll be going faster tomorrow.
Photo Credit - Faith Laces
Not every run has to be a race. And there are benefits to running (slowly) with a jogging stroller.
  • Form. When I run sans stroller I tend to focus on my feet and my shoulders hunch. I have to keep reminding myself to straighten up, but with the stroller, I always look ahead and my grip on the stroller keeps my shoulders straight and my posture erect.
  • Hill Training. Pushing a stroller, up even slight and moderate hills, has made running up hill on my own seem like a breeze — most of the time.
  • Quality Time. I cherish every moment of running with Monkey. Seeing the world through her eyes is magical. She has so many questions and so much she wants to do. Her excitement bubbles over and captures me as well.
  • A Different Perspective. Racing, chasing, holding hands, laughing, shuffling through piles of leaves, the sun on her skin, the lights in her eyes, the joy vibrating around her – all reminders that running is just pure fun, no matter how slow or fast I go.
*Originally posted on Pocketful of Playdough

Monday, November 7, 2011

Chasing Shadows


Photo Credit - Microsoft Clip Art
Today was simply beautiful. The temperature was warm in the 60s with no wind and the sun shone brightly in the baby blue sky -perfect conditions for a lovely fall run with Monkey.
On the track today we ran together holding hands and crossing the finish line together so we both ‘won.’ We chased our shadows, stepped on each other’s shadow, and merged our shadows into one ‘monster’ shadow. Monkey also picked the few remaining dandelions.
On our way to the creek, she fell asleep and napped for maybe 15 minutes. She woke up in time to stop at the creek and toss sticks into the water.
I got a great workout pushing Monkey in her jogging stroller up a hill because our regular route was blocked by big tree limbs that fell down during the snow we had a week ago.
A metaphorical tree limb fell in my path on Friday and rather than turn to God for the strength and wisdom to navigate, I panicked. I’m deeply ashamed to admit that I blamed God for putting the tree in my way as punishment. I stumbled over the limb, tripped and got trapped in the tiny branches. Only when I was completely helpless did I realize that I was blaming God because I didn’t trust him as much as I thought.
It’s a challenge for me to trust God when something bad happens, but I desperately want to trust in God as Job did - “In all this Job sinned not, nor charged God foolishly” (Job 1:22). I have to stop obsessing over what has happened. I’ve been living with it, enduring it, but not accepting it and trusting God to take care of it. It’s time to stop chasing shadows of why, what if and what will. It’s time to start admitting my own powerlessness and recognizing who is all powerful. 
*Originally posted on Pocketful of Playdough