The way I see it, some folks must be running away from something; War or a possible bad marriage. And some folks like to run toward something. Maybe they need to lose weight, or rush in their future happiness. Then there are those that just like to run for the heck of it. Well, I think there’re crazy! Not all of us have those long, straight, legs that can run and jump like a gazelle. As for me, God blessed me with short legs. Therefore, I waddle more like a duck, at least that’s what my Daddy told be before the birth of my first child. And I’m not running after children anymore. And I have managed to pack on a little weight you know that stuff refused to fall off. And just plain old age has shortened my legs at least two inches. So I think, I can honestly say I won’t be running anywhere, except to the bank after I sign my first check on my new novel.