Admiration is such sweet sorrow...

I ran out the door, heading straight for the small playground around the corner, which leads to a beautiful bike path, narrowly avoiding a neighbourhood dad walking the dog with his two toddlers.

'That's Nicóle,' I heard the smallest toddler whisper in an awed voice, then adding: 'She's rúnning!'

I basked in the warm glow of his admiration, until he spoiled it all by passing me on his small bike with training wheels.