As I walk slowly round the footpaths, checking for migrant birds, enjoying the open air, I watch others doing much the same, walking their dogs, ambling along in no particular hurry. Then again we sometimes meet a far stranger species, running, working hard, getting the heart rate up, stretching the muscles, it all seems like a kind of self inflicted torture to me. Of course really I'm jealous, I wish I was young enough and fit enough to do it, but times goes by and the pace slows down. I don't know the runner, but she seemed to be doing very well, but I was surprised by the gloves.
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