I was totally impressed by a runner this morning. There’s this huge hill a little over a mile from our house, and I usually hit it at the end of my third mile on a four mile walk/jog. I’ve jogged up this hill no more than…maybe six times in over two years. It’s steep and long (about .2 miles) and difficult. So I’m usually walking. Like I was this morning. A guy came towards me, down the hill, in a casual jog, slow pace. I thought to myself (like I always do when I see someone jogging DOWN this giant hill), “Sure, it looks easy when you’re going downhill. When I get around the corner, I’ll be jogging downhill, too. Try jogging UP!” (I’m not always that mean, and I’m aware that they must have gotten to the top of the hill somehow, and yeah, they might have jogged up, which is more than I’m doing, but STILL. That’s not when I see them and that’s not the frame of mind I’m usually in when I’m trudging up my local Mount Everest.) Anyway, this guy passed me on his way down, and I continued my trudge to the moon. Less than a minute later, I heard pounding footsteps behind me. Dude came booking past me at light speed on his way BACK UP THE HILL. His legs were moving so fast. It looked like his body was sitting on top of a wheel, like in a cartoon.
So he went blowing by me, got to the top of the Himalayas, and came sauntering back down. I made it to the top about when he got to the bottom again, so I stopped to watch him come back up. Totally impressive.