Every day, we park around the corner from the school. The boys tumble out of the car and say, “Can I run?” and then hare off up the road. I remember vaguely, the joy of running quickly, of feeling your feet flying over the ground almost like bouncing on air. I wonder, when does that go away?
When it starts hurting.
Tell them … you can run but you can’t hide.
I see nostalgia is useless. Sigh.
Would it be very sickening to say … for adult joggers, that feeling does exist (along with excruciating pain also)!
Excruciating pain doesn’t sound like much fun.