I went for a chilly, drizzly run this morning. Running is something I only do about once a week, if that. I’m often at the gym, but I’m not good enough at running yet to make it count in the same way and I haven’t put the effort in to get better at it. This morning, though, I woke up remembering that my dad is running his first marathon today. I can’t be in Richmond to cheer him on, so I put on my running shoes and hoodie, sent him a good luck text, and went out to run next to him for a while. It felt great, and then it felt hard, and then my hips hurt a lot (which is what happens when you run occasionally, but don’t push yourself to improve). But I ran with my dad for a few miles, and I loved it.