Two years ago, I ran Grandma’s Marathon as a grandma for the first time. I proudly emblazoned the fact on my running top, and enjoyed the resulting cheers along the way. It was a great – no grand – variation on a race that was otherwise an annual affair for me. And stopping to kiss the baby at mile 21 just before Lemon Drop Hill was definitely a timely energy boost.
Yesterday I was a running Grandma as well, only this time it was behind my second grandchild. I wasn’t chasing her, I was pushing. What a great invention these running strollers are! They glide with ease, turn on a dime (not always where I intend, however), and absorb all the curbs and bumps I might find along the way. Best of all, they turn drivers into the most polite and accommodating citizens I’ve ever seen. Perhaps it was the wiry but distinctly gray haired runner piloting the stroller that compelled them to stop and grant me priority to proceed at every intersection. I was fortunate that at two months, the baby wasn’t much of a payload and we managed a good pace. But I still managed to convince myself that I was getting more workout per mile.
This grandma has plenty of good reasons to keep on running. And maybe one day it will be with those grandchildren at my side!