To the young father jogging pushing a jogging stroller with his small child therein:
You looked at me sheepishly when I glanced your way as rode toward you on my bicycle. No need to do that, puff your chest out. How much more comfortable you must be in your skin than I was at the same age. You probably could not have gotten me to do that for love nor money as I erroneously thought it was not a manly activity. It was my lost.
I am glad this generation of fathers does not have that hang up. What could be a more manly activity that participating in the care of your children.
Jog on, young father, jog on.