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08-17-2013, 12:02 PM | #11 |
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Our town is built around a lake, and on summer mornings there are a lot of joggers doing the "lake run".
This morning it was the lady's turn. These semi-organized events start at the town mall. As I was driving in towards town, I met the first bevy of the runners. ...those tall, lanky, lean people with fast twitch muscles that can run forever one just one deep breath. As I drove along I noticed the women were getting shorter, heavier, and redder in the face. The further I drove, the more pronounced the changes. I know I sometimes have a sick sense of humor, and the gradient started tickling me. But there it was. Then I came upon what turned out to be the last runner. She was very heavy set, red of face, bent over breathing heavily through her mouth, and obviously in distress. I stopped to ask if she was OK, and she was not. She agreed to a ride back to the mall to call her family. So now it's doesn't seem quite so funny, and it bothers me that these health-seeking runners would run off and leave someone it that sort of situation. |
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