I’m always looking for new and interesting things to blog about so when my friend Lena called and said she needed a hand with something, I agreed straight away.
Lena blogs over at Walking Mama, a website dedicated to helping new mothers lose weight after they’ve dropped their sprogs. She’d been sent a new product called “Love Handles” and she wanted to write a review of them. They’re basically like two sticks that you put on the sides of your stroller (or “buggy” in normal English) and move up and down while you walk. I’d be the camerawoman and, of course, I could have a go if I wanted to.
You’re probably thinking “But you’re not a mother, Linda, new or otherwise” and you’d be spot on. Still, a chance to give your love handles a little workout should never be passed up.
I was chatting to my friend on Facebook the night before, telling her what I’d be up to the next day.
Me: We don’t exactly have a baby though…
Gundega: You can always use a doll.
Gundega: Or a dog.
Gundega: Or 3 cats.
I hate it when my friends are funnier than I am.
On Friday afternoon, I made an effort to look vaguely sporty (looking motherly is beyond me), met Lena and her son, and strolled on over to the park on Matisa.
As I mentioned, the only (slight) problem is that Lena’s son, Jegor, is not a baby any more. In fact, he’s 6 years old and almost the same size I am. However, he was more than game to hop back into his stroller and be pushed around – by his mother anyway. I’m not sure he’d have been quite so keen if he’d known I was going to be steering…
Lena attached the Love Handles and started walking around. It actually didn’t look nearly as stupid as I’d been expecting. At least it didn’t when Lena, a stroller pro, did it.
Then it was my turn. Things started off quite well, despite the fact that this was my first time ever pushing a stroller, let alone a stroller with elliptical trainer thingies attached to it.
Then I uttered the fateful words:
Me: Can you run with it?
Lena: I don’t know – give it a try…
Luckily for you, the whole thing was captured on video.
In case you’re wondering, the old couple and the child all survived.
Having had our fun with the Love Handles, we decided to share the joy and ask some other mothers to try it and see what they thought. We tried to find someone who looked as if they were even vaguely happy to be alive but we couldn’t, so we settled for the next mother who walked past.
She barely even stopped walking to answer us. We didn’t fare much better with the second woman we asked. Next we stopped a grandmother-mother-baby combo. Having explained what we were doing, we asked her if she’d like to try.
“No, but we’ve been laughing at you from the other side of the park.”
Nice people here. It seems that Latvia is not ready for Love Handles – or fun. Spying one lone father pushing his stroller around, I persuaded Lena to give it one last try, thinking that a man might be slightly more adventurous. I thought wrong. The po-faced locals all seemed far too concerned about what the other po-faced locals think of them. God forbid they’d actually try something new and have a laugh for a few minutes.
Feeling slightly deflated, we left the park, Love Handling our way up the street to the morose looks of passers-by.
That cheered us up.
If you’re just dying to find out more about Love Handles, here’s the website!