Prior to getting knocked up and having a baby pulled forcibly from her uterus, my dear, sweet Karen was an avid runner. It began with a decision to run a half-marathon, and turned into an actual love of putting one foot in front of the other at a reasonably quick place.
Pregnancy ended the regular running. Recovery and a daughter to look after kept it away after the pregnancy. But now? Now she is ready to get back in it.
It was time for new running gear.
A family trip was taken to the sports shop. Karen tried on new running gear, while Maggie and I explored. What would Maggie like? What would she be interested in?
Rugby? Soccer? Balls ignored.
Cricket? Tennis? No interest.
Darts? I kept her away from the darts.
She grabbed hold of the paddle, and would not let it go. It had to be forcibly removed. Maggie, it seems, is bound and determined to be the greatest ping ponger of her generation.