In a turn of twisted irony, my won’t-take-a-nap (but ineffably lovable) little boy has managed to get me in shape.
‘Huh?’ you ask.
Junior dozes in the Baby Jogger while I run. We call a “5 mile nap,” “6 mile slumber,” you get the idea. (By the way, that Baby Jogger is a serious machine. I can, no kidding, run full-blast-bookin’-it with him safely stowed in there. Check the site later on for a “tool” review.)
Short story long, I haven’t been sleeping as much as I’d like but I have been running more than I thought possible at this stage of parenthood. And, low and behold, I find myself in shape enough to tackle a race in one of my favorite places here in the old home hamlet: the Wissahickon Watershed.
I take most of my runs through their green ribbon trail network (including a primo-riffic course over my friend Bob King’s Ambler Foot Bridge—nice hustle Bob) and the race is 8 miles of trail running, stream crossing and (I hope) some muddy fun.
I won’t be pushing my big boy, so who knows how fast I go. Unless I take the down time to grab a nap!
