I was running the trails of Deep Run Park this afternoon as I passed a middle-aged man walking his dog. He had some gray in his beard, but I consider 60 to still be middle-aged. If you live to be 100, 60 is closer to the middle than the end.
This man smiles at me & says,
Enjoy it while you’re young because your knees won’t be able to handle it when you get old.
Dear Middle-Aged Man,
Your smile tells me that you didn’t mean anything by it. You were just being friendly… making conversation. Perhaps you were trying to give me a heads up for what’s to come.
While I do appreciate your kindness, as well as your concern for my running future, I say to you:
Sir, as long as I’m able to stand on these two feet, and use them to propel myself forward, I’ll enjoy this for as long as I live.
I can only hope one day you come to the same realization.
Running Wild,
Dave
I think he was jealous & wished he could’ve been running with you! 🙂
Maybe he was. Next time I should invite him to tag along.