Last Friday was the annual city running race. Every year they have a 3k and a 10k race. They close down roads and you get to run all the way up the high street. What I noticed this year was the families. It’s not really about how fast you can run 10 kilometres but more about how patient you can be with your 8 year old who has convinced themselves that running 3 kilometres is so easy they will be done in five minutes. The week before the race I ran most mornings. I saw a father running with his teenage daughter and his young son. The daughter had crossed the road and was refusing to run anywhere near them. I saw a couple of brothers running, one faster than the other – he would loop back to pick up the younger boy and carry on. I saw a mother with three little ones, jogging slowly but with a smile on her face as they, red faced, tried to keep up.