Eight – I picked up my teen from Cross Country practice and casually asked, “How far did you run today?” In a low key manner, he responded, “Eight miles.” Matter of fact. Just the way it was. I dropped him off at his evening baseball game and continued my task of driving his brothers to and fro.

Three – Arriving back at the ballfield, I settled in to watch the game. I leaned over to another parent to see how the game was going. “Jacob did well,” he responded. “He pitched the first three innings.”

Fifteen – Walking with my son to the car, post-game, he mentioned, “I was a little tired, but coach asked me to pitch. After the first inning, it wasn’t too bad.”

To be fifteen again, that’s an energy reserve to be tapped. And run. And pitched.