Somedays I get, as a gift, something I call a lollipop. It's a sweet something, a compliment, an affirmation, a gift, usually small, that makes my heart smile and overwhelms any downers of the day. Today I got a lollipop on my run. About two miles out, on the B street trail, I passed a young mom and her maybe three year old daughter just sitting on a bench to rest. As I trotted by the little girl said, "Mommy! That old guy is running really FAST!"