Nothing is more depressing than being out for your "run" and having an elderly gentleman pass you by, on his morning walk.
Yes, indeed, I was passed by a senior citizen. Not once, but several times. I'm sure he looked at me and wondered why I bothered. :-) In fact, I thought the same thing several times this morning. In my defense, I spent most of yesterday morning moving furniture so the painters could paint my daughter's room (don't get me started on the amount of junk she has managed to accumulate. I think it breeds when I'm sleeping). And I taught my workshop at Barnes and Noble last night to a quite literally standing room only crowd (a very nice surprise and my apologies to those of you who didn't get the handouts!).
Anyway, I mostly walked, barely ran, but at least I got out there this morning. And kudos to the gentleman who was clearly speed-walking, because he was kicking this under-40yo's butt big-time! :-)