Running Through Prague with a Stroller—Where Do I Even Begin?
Prague
Running with a stroller isn’t slowed down by the stroller itself. That would be too simple.
It’s slowed down by reality.
The terrain. Prague. Every crossing is no longer just a line on the road, but a decision point. Every kerb you once ignored now becomes an engineering problem worthy of NASA. No ramp? Slow down. An intersection? Stop. Not for yourself, but for the little person in front of you.
Pavements you once flew across at pace now have to be read like a book. Every cobblestone has an opinion. Every uneven patch is a potential “no, thank you.” Suddenly, you aren’t merely moving forward. You’re scanning, planning and thinking about trajectory, comfort and vibration.
And then there are the hills.
That’s where the truth comes out.
It doesn’t matter whether you have carbon-plated shoes, the best fitness of your life or a playlist that normally launches you into pace. Gravity shows no mercy. And the stroller always takes its share. Every metre uphill is a negotiation between you, your legs and your mind.
And you know what?
It’s a different kind of running.
Slower? Yes.
Worse? Not at all.
It’s a run that isn’t only about pace. It’s about control, responsibility and knowing that someone is travelling with you—and that you determine the quality of their journey.
Perhaps that’s why it carries more weight than any personal best.
Because this time, you aren’t running only for yourself.