NYC is a walking town. On average, we’ll end up walking a few miles a day at the end of the day which makes it almost excusable that we don’t regularly work out (almost). It’s funny that when we hit the burbs or some other city or town where cars rule, we’ll automatically enter into that mentality of taking the car to distances we wouldn’t think twice about walking in the city. But in the city, walking is where it’s at.
But it isn’t always easy with young kids. Mia got out of the stroller fairly early at 3 because at that point I was pushing 2 kids up and around our hilly neighborhood which meant I was hauling close to 50 pounds of kid, stroller and bags filled with baby crap in a double stroller. My back couldn’t really take too much. Mia grew accustomed to walking longish distances because her preschool was 4+ very long city blocks up the hill, an equivalent of 3/4 of a mile. For the most part she rarely complained, though sometimes it took twice as long to get to our destination.
If you’ve ever walked with small kids you know what I’m talking about. They stop at every tree or flower. They’ll take breaks on every other stoop. They’ll run up ahead as fast as they can and then run back down, exerting more energy than necessary which fuels more ammunition to the inevitable “I’m tired” whine (so stop running!). They’ll step onto a ledge while hanging on to the wrought iron fence and creep along, ever so slowly, inch by inch. Sometimes, they’ll stop altogether and just park themselves on the sidewalk.
Still, I’m glad that for a month now, we’ve been completely stroller free. I thought it would be harder. Claudine loved the stroller. She was one lazy baby who never learned to crawl, didn’t like to move much and didn’t walk until she was almost 18 months. She LOVED the stroller. We’ve been leaving the stroller at home a few times a week when walking Mia to school. We’ve been leaving it behind when taking the train to Manhattan. And now, the old Maclaren, the same 6 year old stroller we used to push Mia around as a baby before we had Claudine, has been permanently folded and stored in the closet.*
(*can’t part with it just yet. It’s there just in case. This is NYC after all).