Picture it: Connecticut, Thursday August 29, 2019. It was an average day in my crazy, chaotic, non stop, 32 yr old single mom life. I brought my son to school during his first week of first grade, then rushed off to work. It was also my first day working in a new position; a stressful yet exciting occurrence. My boyfriend would pick up my son after school on Thursdays so I could have a day of not rushing after work and we could have dinner with his family at his house. Once I arrived, we decided to stop over at his Godmother’s house across the street so my son could say hello and see if he could schmooze a treat out of her. When we left, the “boys” being boys decided to have a race back to the house and get ready to eat. I was in my work clothes; definitely not suitable for joining them in their competition. Being an athlete myself, I opted to jog behind them.