My screen name here is "HillsEverywhere" for a reason.
I go to work by public transportation. Today it was by train, which means that when I hop off the train to get home, there's a rather long (1km) and very steep hill waiting for me.
Here I was, huffing and puffing in my nice work clothes and my nice work shoes and my heavy backpack, when I heard very soft footsteps behind me.
And lo and behold, I was overtaken by a Runner. A real one. A handsome young athlete entirely clad in black but with wonderful trainers that looked like a tropical sunset. He ran past me, quiet and light-footed. He wasn't bobbing up and down like I do but elegantly gliding over the asphalt.
And I thought : "I want to be that guy when I grow up."
Too bad I'm female 😝