Every time I travel to Florida or California, I think of how lucky children there are to be able to play outdoors year-round. My kids, and regrettably now my grandchildren, were stuck inside the house much of the year due to lousy weather. But, alas, spring has sprung and outdoor time is here.

My kids hate to run. The problem is that I love to run, and nothing would make me happier than to be able to go out for five miles with one or more of the kids. It would provide some one-on-one quality time with these people who are growing way too fast for my own comfort.

After years of trying, I eventually realized that I could not just say, “Hey, lets go jog two miles.” I am sure there are kids on this planet who would jump at that chance, but none of them live in my house. I have to be sneaky.