About a week ago, I was stretching by my parked car before a run on my favorite local path when I saw a young girl, maybe nine or ten years old, get out of a car with her dad. I overheard their conversation as she was stretching while her dad unloaded his bike.
She looked at him and said, “I hope you can bike fast because I am a really fast runner.”
Her confidence was beaming and she started running down the trail ahead of her dad, calling for him to catch up.
I started my run about five minutes later and saw her about a half mile down the trail. I made eye contact with her dad and I couldn’t stop smiling — her innocence and youthful love of running seems so rare for girls her age, and you could tell that he was so proud of his little girl.
I go to that path at least once a week and this was the first time I saw a young girl exercising. Why is that? Read more >>