It’s not a metaphor- I’ve started running again. Thanks to some mom friends who started inspiring me (you know who you are!) and a friend who loaned me his baby jogger, I am able to run on the regular. I think I may have sent him an overly gushing email about this life-changing new freedom, but it was sent after my first glorious run and I was kind of buzzed from it.
I was a runner before pregnancy, but I am going to admit straight out that I never wanted a baby-jogger because I thought they were ridiculous. It seemed like overkill. Like another way to say Are you Mom enough? I’m surprised women aren’t running while wearing their babies in slings: attachment-triathlon training. That is SERIOUS MOMMING, LOOK OUT.
But then I realized that people aren’t pushing babies in joggers purely for the sake of pushing babies in joggers – people are pushing babies in joggers because it’s the only way they’ll run more than once every six weeks. Sorry, baby-joggers: you were right, I was wrong. I didn’t know!
Do I seem like a beacon of positivity? It’s because I’m running again. I’m one of those people now and I do not care at all. Because I know now.
Running feels like freedom. I can’t stop. I feel strong.
(And sometimes babies nap in them.)
Photo credit: Japan Times