"Watch out for the runner"

"Watch out for the runner, kids. Let her pass," a dad said as I ran by during today's 3.2 mile run.

Runner. Not jogger. Not woman-who-looks-like-she's-about-to-go-into-cardiac-arrest. Runner.

Here is my pet peeve, people. Don't refer to my pace as "jogging". I may be slower than you, I may be faster, but I am definitely running. Because that's what I do. The dad at the park nailed it. And he was considerate to have his kids move to one side of the path so I could pass. Cheers to the dad!

And cheers to running!