I find it ironic that most people who jog at sunrise are those already in their sunset — old people panting and sweating in the dying dawn.
This old man (picture, below) is not jogging; he is just walking, in slow, excruciating strides. He could very well be me a couple of decades in the future… if I live as long as he, that is.
I’ll be joining them soon; doing the morning jog, I mean. Wonder how it feels to be jogging among old people.
It will definitely make me feel a lot less old, that is for sure. Even then, I know. No matter how hard we try, we cannot win this one war against a formidable and unstoppable foe — age.
