Over the holidays I got to spend some time with my brother and his family at my mom’s house. He has a little girl, she’s 2-years-old and an absolute doll. One of the things she liked to do was to grab my hand, lead me over to the treadmill and say, “Let’s go.”
She’d stand in front of me on the belt, I would start the machine, set it to 0.6 mph and we’d trundle on for about a minute until she’d say, “Stop now.”
Sometimes she would immediately ask to go again, other times we had a little bit of a break before the next round. But these little moments were so precious to me!
Perhaps I have a future running buddy in my niece?