Bringing the boys back from a Saturday morning haircut excursion, I noticed something curious.  I had stumbled upon “Cute Mom Jog Time.”  Yep, every cute mom in the neighborhood appeared to be out running.  My beautiful wife would have fit right in (guys, note my literary approach for weaving that subtle spousal compliment into the narrative, priceless).

Being a red blooded American man with fairly decent vision and a love for life, we arrived back at home and I announced to the boys that I was going to be taking a quick run (someday they will understand).  I changed clothes and hustled onto the trail.  I glanced around and one thing was strikingly different, all of the moms were gone.  Everywhere I looked, I was surrounded by lumpy looking dads like me.  I had landed on “Middle Aged Dad Jog Time.” I fit right in.  Oh well, I deserved it.  How fitting.