Running With Strollers

Sarah Fezler makes us feel a little bit lazy.    She manages to balance a job, her family and her love for the outdoors all at the same time.    We asked Sarah if she would put down a few words of what it was like to reinvent running with her dog once she added a baby to the mix.   After reading her post, we suspect that more of us might strive to run like a mother.

Enter Sarah …..

I love our dog Delilah, and, although my love for Delilah changed when our son Boden was born (as did her sudden aspiration to serial-murder stuffed animals), it in no way diminished my desire to give her the good things in life. For our dog, that meant runs on the foothill trails and bike paths by our house.

I struggled with wanting to run (ok, I started with walking. Slowly) – wanting to run with Boden – and wanting to run with my running buddy (Delilah). Anyone who runs with their dog knows the companionship that only an animal can bring. There is none of the competitive drive, as with your human counterparts – just a quiet rhythm as you both embark on your separate journeys – together.  Nothing can speak a greater thanks than the collapse of your dog in the back of your car, or on the floor of your house after a run. It’s like a giant satisfied sigh. Thanks, I needed that.

After years of stepping into a leash, I also knew that my running repertoire was going to have to change if I was going to run with Dog and Baby. You need to be hands free to be able to maneuver the stroller on all terrain, but I needed something sleek and comfortable enough for both the dog and myself to run in. Like all beautiful inventions with Iron doggy I immediately thought, “Why haven’t I tried this before?!” and “Why didn’t I invent this?!”. It was just too easy to have a leash that didn’t fall when it went slack. A leash that let Delilah and I really run together – nothing digging into my side if she pulled ahead. But the most remarkable thing happened  when I added a stroller to the mix. The dog got even better. She stayed perfectly in line on the right side of the stroller and we became a pack. I swear I don’t think she even got clipped by a stroller wheel once. I know it sounds silly – but really, something incredible happened on the trails. Boden and Delilah became friends, and the pack was cemented.

Inside Delilah’s doggy brain “ Oh – this kid is coming with us… running… running… running. I like this kid…. I like this pack… running is the best… we’re a family!”

It’s a silly thing to say that a leash saved my sanity… but I know for a fact, it saved Delilah’s.


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