Every once in a while I see an elderly Japanese woman running through my neighborhood. She looks to be 60+ years old, but I really have no idea what her age is.

I have seen her out there, running, as I walk to the corner store to get some snacks, or beer, in rain or shine, no matter what. She is always there, always running, and it makes me smile. I see her, I smile, but at the same time I am ashamed. I have no excuse, seeing as how she is out there running in what seems like every day. I have no idea how many miles she runs or how often, but no matter what day it is, or the time, she is there. 


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