I find it ironic that most people who jog at sunrise are those already in their sunset — people in their golden age, panting and sweating in the dying dawn.
Then it occurs to me that the central piece of the whole irony is none other than myself… because I too am thinking of waking up early and kick-start my morning jog routine.
This old man (picture, below) is not jogging. He is just walking; in a slow, excruciating stride. Age has really caught up on him.
I’ll be joining them soon, doing the morning jog, I mean; and try to salvage whatever is left of my former self.
In any case, you can’t outrun age. It’s an unstoppable foe and no matter what you do or where you go, it will eventually catch up on you.