The 1-miler on Sunday morning was a little bumpy: Jada lost interest and walked a bit, and Aaron took turns sprinting out, racing back, and complaining. But by the second half of the run, we had found our stride and even had enough in the tank to step up the pace on the last block home.
I recall fondly my parents taking my sister and me to the local community college track to run laps, and it would be neat if our family created the same routines as well. After all, what's better than a nice jog with everyone together on a beautiful weekend morning?
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