On a warm, breezy mid-May day you choose to go for a walk on one of the various walking paths through the local state park. You are a 34-year-old woman wearing a sports bra, sporty type shorts and an oversized zip up sweater that is just long enough it covers your shorts. As you arrive to the beginning of the trail there is not a soul in sight. You stand at the trail head, close your eyes and take in the sounds of the leaves rustling, birds chirping and forest critters playing around. You start down the walking path enjoying the breeze in your hair and across your exposed skin. You say to yourself “its going to be a good day.”