Several years ago, when I was just getting back into shape, I ran a local 5k. It was uphill, downhill, and then flat to the finish. While I was on the flat portion, a man with a stroller flew by me and was out of sight by the finish, which I thought was pretty awesome. A few years later, I ran a 5k with our first child, and it went well but didn’t seem quite the same. I’ve run a decent bit with strollers since but not raced. The thought faded…
The View from the Crosswalk 