Hope I don't sound like a broken record... what's a record?
Bridget ran at a track with John last night and ran a personal record of 9:15 in the mile. As she was running, yes, I became so inspired in a Chariots of Fire sort of way and I broke out in a little trot behind them. Bridget said to her Dad, "Do you hear that loud clop behind us? That's mom, in her sandals, with her camera around her neck." I guess I'll stick with photography.