My Little Runaway

Every morning on my way to work I see the same woman running. This has been going on for years. I notice her because I leave the same time every day and she is always at the same spot. She lives in my neighborhood but I wouldn't recognize her without her sweatpants, earbuds, and sweaty tank top. 

She is getting thinner as time goes by. I guess the running program is helping to keep her in that shape. I don't know why she is running so much. I imagine it's for health reasons. 

Maybe she is  training for a marathon to fight breast cancer, kidney disease, diabetes, heart disease, ALS, or any other ailment that people feel the need to run for. Maybe it's something she enjoys doing. I wave to her once in a while but she never waves back. Maybe she doesn't see me or doesn't want to break her concentration.  

I wonder what she is listening to on her I-Pod. I would imagine it's something that keeps her moving, like dance music or some old disco. She looks to be around 50 years old so Lionel Richie fits the bill, or Celine Dion. Hearing Celine Dion would make me run in the opposite direction.

I hope she achieves her goals and wins whatever she is trying to win. A longer life maybe? She seems to be spending a great deal of her life running. 

One day, if I ever see her in a still position I will ask her why she runs. She might find me odd, get scared and run away from me. 

I would never catch her because I don't run. I drive. 

Because I have a car.

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