Run Baby Run: The Messy Reality of Jogging With Your Kid

I'm wrestling a standard, rigid four-wheeled city stroller over a massive, gnarly tree root on a Tuesday morning at 7 AM. I'm wearing my black Lululemon leggings—the ones with the weird yogurt stain on the left thigh that I haven't been able to wash out for three weeks—and I've an open, lukewarm cup of coffee in my right hand because I'm an idiot who thought a travel mug was a sign of weakness. Maya is four months old and she's violently vibrating in her seat because city strollers don't have shocks. She looks like she's operating a jackhammer.

The front wheel catches on a crack in the pavement. The stroller abruptly stops. My hip slams into the handlebar, the lukewarm coffee flies spectacularly into the air like a sad brown firework, landing perfectly all over my left shoe, and I scream something that you really shouldn't scream in a public park next to an elementary school.

Maya starts wailing. A golden retriever across the street stops to judge me.

Terrible idea. Absolute crap.

That was my first attempt at being an "active mom." I saw those women on Instagram, the ones in matching pastel sets, seemingly gliding over the earth with their sleeping infants, and I thought, sure, I can do that. But what they don't tell you on Instagram is that running with a baby requires the logistical planning of a minor military operation and equipment that costs more than my first car. Anyway, the point is, I did everything wrong so you don't have to.

What my doctor actually said about spines

After the coffee incident, I took Maya for her regular checkup and casually mentioned to Dr. Evans that we were trying to get into jogging. Dr. Evans just stopped typing, lowered her glasses to the bridge of her nose, and looked at me with that specific expression of pity and terror that pediatricians reserve for first-time moms.

She told me I had to wait until Maya was at least six months old. Apparently, before that, their little neck muscles and whatever is going on in their developing spines just aren't strong enough to absorb the jolts and bumps of running.

I guess it has to do with how their vertebrae haven't fused or something, but honestly all I heard was a roaring sound in my ears as my mom-guilt absolutely spiked. I could have snapped her little neck over that tree root. Oh god.

So we waited. We just walked very fast. Fast walking is basically running anyway if you wear enough spandex and breathe heavily enough. We used the bassinet attachment until she was big enough to sit up unassisted, and then, right around that magical six-month mark, when she could hold her giant, heavy baby head up like a little champ, we finally started looking at actual jogging strollers.

My husband Dave was overly enthusiastic about this phase. He made this deeply embarrassing Spotify playlist literally titled "run baby run" which he insisted on blasting from his phone speaker in the cup holder. I kind of hate the playlist, mostly because it has too much early 2000s techno, but I eventually started muttering the phrase as a weird little panicked mantra under my breath just to get myself up hills. Run baby run, don't throw up, run baby run, just to the next lamppost.

The wheel lock rant you didn't ask for

Listen, a regular stroller is not a jogging stroller. You can't just run fast with your daily pram and hope for the best. Dave spent four consecutive nights researching suspension systems on Reddit, and I learned way too much about pneumatic tires.

But thing is I really need to talk about: the front wheel lock.

It seems completely counterintuitive, right? You want to be able to turn, so you assume you want the front wheel to swivel. WRONG. I made this mistake exactly once. When you're moving at a running pace—even my pathetic, shuffling, post-partum running pace—a swiveling front wheel is a death trap. If it hits a pebble, a twig, or an uneven piece of pavement, the wheel will violently jerk to the side and the entire stroller will try to flip over.

You have to lock the front wheel in a fixed, straight position. Yes, this means that to turn a corner, you basically have to push down on the handlebar to pop a wheelie and pivot the stroller on its back wheels. It feels ridiculous. You look like you're aggressively trying to launch your child into orbit every time you take a left turn. But it's the only way to not crash.

I hated it at first. It takes so much upper body strength, which is totally unfair because my legs were already doing enough work. But eventually, you get the rhythm of it. You push down, you pivot, you keep running.

Wear the damn safety wrist strap. Moving on.

Dressing your tiny workout buddy

Okay, so figuring out what I should wear was hard enough (sports bras post-nursing are a whole other tragic essay), but figuring out what Maya should wear was baffling. Because I'm running and sweating like a pig, I always assumed she was hot too. But she's literally just sitting there. She is the VIP being chauffeured while I do all the manual labor.

I learned the hard way that the wind chill in a moving stroller is real.

My absolute favorite thing to dress her in for our morning runs were the Baby Pants Organic Cotton Retro Jogger Contrast Trim. I'm weirdly passionate about these pants. We had them in the Indigo Blue color, and they've these little contrasting white cuffs at the ankles that made Maya look like a tiny, aggressive Rocky Balboa training for a title fight. They have a dropped crotch which is great because her diaper was usually quite full by the time we finished our route, and they had just enough stretch that she could violently kick her legs in excitement when we passed a squirrel.

Honestly, the best part was that the elastic cuffs meant the pant legs didn't ride up to her knees when the wind blew. Nothing makes you feel like a worse parent than realizing your kid's calves have been freezing for two miles.

I paired those a lot with the Long Sleeve Organic Cotton Baby Bodysuit Soft Infant Key. I'll be completely honest here—it's a totally fine bodysuit. The organic cotton is super soft, which was a big deal for us because Maya had this weird, patchy eczema situation on her elbows for a few months. But getting a squirming, annoyed infant whose arms have suddenly turned to rigid concrete into long sleeves while I'm already sweating in my running gear is its own specific circle of hell. Some days I just threw a big t-shirt over her and called it a day because I couldn't deal with the snaps.

If you're trying to figure out how to dress them, my rule of thumb became: whatever I'm wearing to be comfortable, plus one layer, plus a blanket that will inevitably fall out of the stroller and require me to backtrack three blocks.

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Bribery and mid-run playground stops

You can't just put a baby in a stroller and expect them to sit there in silent contemplation of nature for 45 minutes. That's a myth invented by stock photography.

If you're going out there you should probably wait until they eat and definitely don't forget the snacks unless you want a meltdown right at the farthest point from your house. I always tried to time our runs right after her morning bottle. A full, slightly milk-drunk baby is a happy baby, and the rhythmic bumping of the stroller usually knocked her out for the first mile.

But when she woke up? Oh, she demanded entertainment.

When my second kid, Leo, came along, he was even worse. He refused to be contained. If I tried to run for more than twenty minutes straight, he would start doing this horrible, high-pitched banshee scream that made people on the street look at me like I was kidnapping him.

So, I started breaking up the mileage. I'd run a mile and a half to the big park near the library, stop, take him out, and let him act like a feral animal for twenty minutes before strapping him back in to run home. I kept the Gentle Baby Building Block Set in the under-basket of the stroller. I'd dump them onto a picnic table, and because they're soft rubber, I didn't have to worry about him cracking his teeth on them when he inevitably tried to eat the one with the little frog symbol on it. Plus, they float, which is super random but ended up being helpful when he dropped one into a massive muddy puddle and I had to fish it out.

You just do what you've to do. Stop at the playground. Throw Cheerios over the top of the stroller hood like you're feeding a seal. Let them hold a random leaf they found. Whatever keeps the peace.

The generational pressure of it all

Sometimes I wonder why I even bother. Pushing an extra forty pounds of stroller, baby, and half-eaten snacks up a hill makes my lungs burn in a way that feels deeply unfair.

But Dave read me this study once—because Dave loves a study—that said kids with two active parents are like, six times more likely to be active themselves. I don't know if that's entirely true or if it's just one of those things they publish to make tired parents feel worse, but I think about it a lot.

I want Maya and Leo to see me sweating. I want them to see me completely out of breath, red-faced, hair sticking to my forehead in gross clumps. I want them to know that taking care of yourself is hard, messy work, but we do it anyway. When I'm chanting that stupid run baby run line to myself, I'm kind of hoping it sinks into their little subconscious brains, too.

Even if it just means they learn how to aggressively handle a stroller wheelie.

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Frequently asked questions about this chaos

Will running with a stroller totally destroy my back?
Honestly, it might if you slouch. The biggest mistake I made was hunching over the handlebar like a gremlin. You have to keep your core engaged, which sounds like something a peppy Pilates instructor would yell at you, but it's true. Run close to the stroller and try to push with one hand while swinging the other arm, then switch. If your stroller handlebar is adjustable, make sure it's around your waist height so your shoulders aren't up by your ears.

What if my kid just screams the entire time?
Then you stop. You just stop. There were so many days I got two blocks from my house, Leo started rage-crying, and I just turned around and went home to drink coffee on the floor. It happens. You can try giving them a special toy that they only ever get during stroller runs, or playing an audiobook on your phone. But sometimes they just hate it that day, and forcing it'll only make you both miserable.

Do I seriously have to buy a specific jogging stroller?
Yeah, you really do. I know it's annoying and they take up half your garage, but regular strollers will physically rattle your baby to pieces if you try to run with them. The air-filled tires and suspension on a real jogging stroller absorb all the shock. Plus, pushing a regular stroller at a run feels like pushing a shopping cart through mud. Don't do it to yourself.

How do I handle water and snacks on the go?
Buy a stroller console that straps to the handlebars. Stick your water bottle in there. For the kid, wait until they're old enough to reliably hold a spill-proof sippy cup and a snack catcher cup without throwing them into traffic. Before that age, just time your runs between their regular feedings. Never hand a toddler an open pouch of applesauce in a moving stroller unless you want to clean dried fruit puree out of the harness straps with a toothbrush.