Men,

I’ve been running by you for months now. But this morning was noticeably different. For one, there were so many more of us in the park today.

Usually, I’m the only runner in the park. Let’s be real. It’s not a big park so you may wonder, “Why is he running through it?” It’s strategic…water and potty break.

Usually, the others of you are a mix of Sarasota Bay Club residents, construction workers, and early morning risers. Some out for a walk, some gathering to work, some taking in the view.

The second noticeable difference this morning was a group of five other runners who ran by me as I exited the park to head downtown. Noticeably younger and, of course, noticeably faster. You actually said “Good morning” to me first, which I appreciated. A few-seconds interaction, but noteworthy.

You answered my curiosity why I’ve never seen your generation in the park when one of you caught up with me after we’d circled through downtown. You asked, “Am I headed in the right direction for New College?” Fellow explorers…different age, different pace, but on the same journey.

When I stopped for a drink, I couldn’t help but think about our age difference. Probably close to 40 years. So much life ahead of you. I hope you keep moving for your next 40 years.

And then I saw the most memorable difference that will reside in my mind for a long time. Circling around the park to head back home, there you were, Mr. Pullup Bar user. My guess is you live in Sarasota Bay Club. I’d guess you’re the age my father would be. But you are the first of your generation that I’ve seen do more than walk the park trail. You stopped and challenged yourself. Maybe you do it all the time. I hope so. It’s just we’ve never simultaneously been at it at the same time in the park. Maybe we’ll do it again and I’ll stop to chat, if you’re up for it. I’d like to tell you that you are an inspiration.

I always struggle to remember the name of this park. When I googled it, I found a post that told its story. The park is named after William Whitaker who homesteaded there in the 1840s. His descendant had stopped by with his family, 180 years later.

Men have been coming in and out of Whitaker Park for well over 180 years. Who knows the history prior? What I know is the men in the park this morning were moving…challenging themselves, maintaining discipline, committed to rise above the norm.

To the pack of five students, keep moving.

To our senior who doesn’t have to, keep pulling up.

To the men of Whitaker Park, stay committed to rise above the norm.

See you next Saturday!