Keeping up a family from a sick-bed
When the kids come down with runny noses that days later turn into nasty cases of the flu
or sore throats that transform into bulging tonsils and strep, generally, I’m the one who stays
healthy. I think I was born with a decent immune system, and growing up in a family that was
constantly in motion didn’t hurt. I remember once being rundown with a cold in high school
and my father still encouraging me to go for our scheduled afternoon run. “Come on, a little
fresh air into your lungs will help clear out that bug in no time,” he bantered, as he all but
laced up my running shoes and pushed me out the door.