I tried to "jog" the other day. We aren't talking marathon numbers. I'm talking 1 mile was my goal. This torn gluteus mead is hurting me so bad physically.  So after my "jog" with my daughter we stopped at the waterpark and played. Who cares we don't have swimsuits on? Who cares that have on our running shoes? It's time to feel alive. These are the moments that will be in our hearts forever.