Babies are cute.
Like really cute.
Messy, but really really cute.
I always tell people the reason babies are so cute is that they use this cuteness to trick you into taking them out of the hospital. And like driving a new car off of the lot, once you leave the premises… no returns.
Now as my friends know (and my mother bemoans), I am unmarried and don’t have any kids of my own. I’m a pretty damn cool uncle if I do say so myself… I am saying so; if you ask my nieces, they’ll probably tell you I’m weird.
Cool uncle-ness aside, why am I talking about babies?
And especially why I am I talking about babies in a running blog? What could babies and runners possibly have in common? Last I checked, those little guys and girls can’t stand up yet, let alone run races.