This piece of equipment, known as the jogging stroller has opened up the so-called joy of running to me. I hate running! I should say I hate forcing myself to run. When I just head out with the intentions of just walking, even in flip flops, I end up running a little bit and enjoy it. I think my quest to build miles and become a "real" runner has become tedious and heart wrenching. I don't seem to build any miles and I have yet to feel like anything other than a fat mom pushing a freaking heavy-a$$ stroller. Push-Run-Push-Run. There is usually a purpose to my running, a destination: the grocery store, the library, the baseball field. Now that baseball is over, maybe I can use those nights to do more add mileage and such. I am going to not concentrate on getting the mileage, but to enjoy the time. We'll see how that goes.