Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Find your inner Forrest Gump

One of the forgotten treasures of childhood is the joy of running “just because”. At least once every day my daughter says “Run with me, Mommy!” and we do, usually in a circle in the living room. As an adult, running becomes a serious matter and it is usually the means to an end. We run for the best time or run from the police (I’m not sure why these are the reasons that I’ve come up with for running as an adult; it’s certainly not from personal experience). “Now you wouldn't believe me if I told you, but I could run like the wind blows. From that day on, if I was ever going somewhere, I was running!”

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