When they are babies, you wish you could just eat them up.
When they are bigger, you wish you had.
42,500 Miles Later
I'm running somewhere tomorrow. It's going to be beautiful. I can't wait.
What about when they get to be about, oh I don't know..say, 12 years old?
I decided that if I'm going to call myself a runner, I should probably run.
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