I saw plenty today though, on my walk. The future survivors. All shapes and sizes too. Some with weighted vests. Preteens with ill fitting shoes clomping along in front of their mother. Some impressively fast, some holding whole conversations through earbuds while they blur by. Others just an A for effort.
All of it makes me parched. I sit down to watch it all move by me for a minute. The sun came out after a morning of rain and it's like the first color scene in the Wizard of Oz. Come out, come out.
A belligerent man stands further down the path, blasting music from his phone and screaming "you can do it, put your ass into it," to every runner who passes by. Bopping and sputtering, on a journey of his own. He'll probably survive too, I think, a little annoyed.
Somewhere in between, I sit with the masses. Neither scrappy nor strong. Sullen. In my head. Achy legs after just a few days of walks. Requiring hydration and at least 9 hours of sleep. Goners in a million future scenarios. Here for now.
Wonder what it's like to be able run past it all without stopping. Wonder what it's like to have the world run past you, ignoring you intentionally no matter how loud you shout.