I have started running. Well, if we're being honest, it's not as much running, as it is a painfully slow hobble, interspersed regularly with a gaspy, snail's pace stroll. But at least I'm doing it - and I'm doing it while lugging 14 pounds worth of Lucy along with me, as well as 8,000 pounds worth of this:
This is the EZ Strider. I bought it for $25 off of Craigslist, and it has certainly seen better days. I thought it would be a good idea to try out a cheap jogging stroller to make sure I used it, before I invested in a jogging stroller that a person so inclined, could, in fact, jog with.
It turns out, the "EZ" in its name is a bit of a misnomer (and I believe I could make a solid case against the "Strider" part as well). You see, the EZ Strider appears to have been fashioned entirely of steel and lead, possibly by Satan himself. It is ridiculously, absurdly heavy, a fact which had escaped my notice until I strapped Lucy in, and began my unfortunate progress around our neighborhood track.
I'm told it gets easier, this running thing. And I'm sure it will, just as soon as Lucy learns to walk and can start pushing the stinking stroller herself (preferably with me in it). Until then, at least SHE seems to be enjoying herself.