#151 "A Watershed In Stroller Racing"
I was never "stroller-raced" as a baby. In fact, I think the most time I spent in a stroller
was when my Mom walked me solemnly and reverently from the car to mass. If I could go back
in time to 1963 and say to my parents: "you should try running long distances while pushing
me in a stroller", they'd throw their cigarettes at me and have me detained for not only
intrusive time travel, but also for what might be called "psychotic ideation."
When I was a kid, I had no clue about how stressed out my parents were. They had three
insane boys, a mortgage, both worked, and my Dad was working toward a college degree.
Now that I'm older—way older—in fact almost dead now—I'm simply amazed that they both
didn't crack under the pressure. I'm sure they almost did—which probably explains some of the
weirder, on-the-edge moments—but overall they kept it together. Introducing the concept
of exercise into their lives would have been met with an emphatic "what the hell are you
talking about?" or the 1960's version of the catch-phrase "as if." Then they'd light a
cigarette and return to watching The Beverly Hillbillies or Gunsmoke.
The times have changed. Instead of using nicotine and high balls to relax (like on Mad Men),
some parents throw their baby into a stroller and wheel it for ten kilometers. The kid
gets to imagine they're in a race car or just enjoy the sensation motion, and mom and dad get to blow off some steam, push
some physical limits, and even express their competitive natures. If I could beam my 1963
parents into the present day and show them a stroller race they'd probably say something like "did we die?
Is this hell? Where can I get some Lucky Strikes? Kents?"
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