Day 2: The Sport of Strollering



The sport of Strollering is underrated as a caloric burn.


 I’m not talking about a jogging stroller I am not that kind of dedicated, but I’m not talking about pushing it leisurely around the mall either, and contained in my stroller isn’t the pumpkin seat all new mother’s can’t wait to have and flaunt (and I know you know what I’m talking about). I am talking about 75+ pounds of children, 15-ish pounds of double stroller, 5 toys, 2 sippy cups, 2 bowls of snacks that inevitably will be strewn much like Hansel and Gretal’s breadcrumb path marking where we have been, a blanket I will try really hard not to run over and ice water.


I lace up my old lady walking shoes and lock the girls in, and off we go. 30 minutes around the ‘hood. I don’t live in a flat area, there are hills, crappy sidewalks, some parts no sidewalks, people who insist on having 3 more cars than their small driveway and/or garage can hold, stray dogs and children, teenage punks who like to laugh at the “fat” lady pushing her kids, and yes you little ass one day that comment will come back to haunt you. 30 minuted of butt burning, thigh straining, upper arm pushing work.

When we return home the water and snacks are gone, I am breathless, sweaty and spent. But I have shared time with the kids and kept my promise to myself of getting in a workout.

2 down 363 to go.

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