We did our office over the GG Bridge to Vista Point run today.  Invited along my 24 year old godson, in town for a visit, currently living in DC, and formerly a collegiate soccer star at William & Mary.  Great athlete, though playing too much golf these days.  He kept up with us well, until mile 6 — the steady climb up to the south entrance to the Bridge.  He was wheezing by then and pretty much toast after that.  I know I shouldn’t take pleasure in someone else’s pain, especially my godson’s, but there is something satisfying about outrunning someone half my age.  That said, he’s 24 years old, has his whole life ahead of him, countless adventures, everything new and fresh, nary a wrinkle on his face, and a big smile that is infectious.  I’m not feeling too sorry for him right now.