One of my running routes takes me right past my son Sam's work. He's an exercise physiologist and wors in a studio quite close to home. Whenever I run past I always look up and I've never seen him ... that is until yesterday. He poked his head out of the window and yelled a greeting as I was running by.
Later that day he came home (for food because he's always hungry) and asked if it'd given me a lift to see him.
"Of course" I said. "Did you see me looking up at the window as I ran by?"
He laughed. "No, my client was running on the treadmill facing the window. He said that everyone seemed to be out running this morning and that there was a good-looking runner just going past now. I looked out then had to tell him that it was my Mum."
Boy, was I flattered. I wanted to know how old this client was. (Usually the ones who think I'm attractive are seniors) And he turned out to be in his mid-30's. I was feeling REALLY good about myself until Sam opened his big mouth and said
"but you should see his wife, Mum. He's obviously not very fussy!"
Thanks Sam for keeping my ego in check. Remind me to do the same for you one day.