Old men, Young men

I'm trying to be a runner. 

There are running "purists," who don't need the distraction of music to keep them going. 

I am not one of those.

There are those that hit a "runner's high" and feel as if they could keep running forever.

I am not one of those.

Honestly, I tend to prefer dancing, Zumba to be precise,

but right now I am trying to be something resembling a runner. 

In my efforts, I have started to run regularly around a well-known park in my hometown. It's mostly shady and flat, plus there is a wood chip path for runners, a natural stream water fountain, and a constant flow of interesting people. Today's interesting people were the old men and the young men. 

On the wood chip path, I noticed two young men, shirtless and toned...(hard not to notice) 

They were running side by side with one of these men being completely bare foot. 

"How in the world is he running bare foot on the wood chips?" was the question that sparked my curiosity in the first place. But, what really got me thinking was their specific positioning with the runners in front of them.

Ahead of them, also running side by side, were two other men.

These grey-haired men not only kept their shirts and shoes on, but they also wore hats to keep the sun off their faces. 

I couldn't help but smile at this brief snapshot of life.

Two young men with their vibrant, confident, and fearless spirits bolting toward their future.

Two old men, content, cautious, and wise, allowing the past to chase them.

All running.