In 2012, my
son asked me to join him and go for a run. Excited by the prospect of doing
something together, I readily agreed and laced up my sneakers. I ran 4 blocks
before my legs decided that this was quite enough. I was shocked. I was shocked
because I was regularly running on a treadmill and I found out that it is not
at all the same as running outside. My son was too. He looked at me with that
look that must have been disappointment. Iâ€™m not sure what it looked like,
because I couldnâ€...