Recently on Facebook, this picture of the Jog-A-Thon at my school in the 1980s made an appearance:
(That’s me on the far left, one head taller than the other kids and looking over them at the action.)
The timing was ironic, as today was my daughter’s own Jog-A-Thon. She managed to walk 1.5 miles, and I joined her walking for half of it. It was a glorious Spring day in Reno, and the DJ was playing really good music.
That is, until they started playing 80s and early 90s music. It took all the restraint in me when they started playing MC Hammer’s Don’t Touch This not to bust out in the Running Man.
But my daughter wouldn’t have understood how funny that is, and she also would have been mortified, so I refrained. Instead, I took pictures so that I could post them on her Facebook wall in 30 years.
(Some day she will laugh that she chose to wear a purple tutu for her first Jog-A-Thon. She’s the one sitting in the front row towards the right of the picture in the tutu.)
