The Mommy needed her space. And, in reality, the Runner did, too. Two months into this thing, the Runner had started to take over. She was always hocking the Mommy with her pleas of, “Let me write a post! The readers need variety. They need to read about something other than toddlers toddling around, doing all those toddler things that toddlers do.” The Mommy disagreed and tried to stand firm. This was her blog and the Runner needed to step aside. And she told her so. But then, the Runner would keep at it — hocking, hocking, hocking — and the Mommy would give in.

Once the Mommy gave the Runner a post, the Runner wanted another one. And another. Soon, the Runner was asking to post everyday but the Mommy fought hard and wouldn’t let her. “No,” she’s say. “You can’t post again. The readers don’t come here looking for stories about how idiotic you were when you raced in your 20s. They want to read cute stories about adorable toddlers. Maybe another time.” The Mommy, after all, had things of her own to say.

There were arguments. Some days, the Mommy and the Runner stopped talking to each other. The Mommy would post and the Runner would sulk. And then the Runner would start in again — begging for just one post. Or just one paragraph in one post. A sentence! The Runner begged for just one sentence!

Finally, the Mommy decided she’d had enough. “That’s it!” she shouted. “I don’t want to hear about your silly little runs and how happy you were with your “time” in your damn race! You have to leave! Just, go! Find your own blog, Runner!”

Then, being the Mommy that she is, she felt a little bad. Felt that maybe she was being a little harsh. She looked at the Runner and waited for her to ask the Mommy to let her stay. There was no way, the Mommy thought, that the Runner would go. No way that the Runner would venture down the information superhighway all by herself.

The Mommy was wrong.

The Runner considered the Mommy’s words and decided that they made sense. Maybe it was time for the Runner to move on. Had she been mucking up the Mommy’s site? Taking away from its focus? It seemed so. “Well,” the Runner thought, “I need my own focus.” And so she stood up. “I will go it alone.”

The Runner started to walk away and, as she did, a smile came over her face. She was going it alone and she was happy about it. So, she picked up the pace, and began to run. She was now The Happy Runner.