Wingkids
I was running at the waterfront park on this beautiful day, feeling great and cranking out ten minute miles (which is really good for me), and the sun was streaming in my face, and reflecting off the water. Then, all of the sudden, five, very urban, wise-ass, kids that looked to be about thirteen years old, came up next to me, and started running with me in their hoodies, and acid washed denim street clothes.
I kept running, and they ran alongside of me. One giggling girl was running on my right, and another girl and a boy ran on my left, and a girl and a boy ran right behind me.
They were all laughing as they ran with me and tried very hard to keep up with me. I felt like I was running with my kid posse and I started to laugh too.
I knew they couldn’t keep up for long so I turned to the girl on my right and held up my hand as I ran to signal that I wanted a high-five, and she cackled with delight as she slapped my hand…then the girl on my left started squealing that she wanted a high-five too, and so I turned to my left and slapped her hand.
Then they all fell away from our little pack laughing as I left them in my dust.
These are the kind of moments I live for.