Remember that Old Man?

Just a random memory, I remember that coming home from seminary, at about 7 in the morning, we would always see this same old guy jogging. Nothing too unusual except it turns out our friends all across Federal Way would also see this guy at around the same time. So that means the old man, who must have been at least 90 years old, was running about 10 miles every morning. Either that or he was able to split himself into 7 pieces and have different parts of him run at different places. Every morning he would get out and jog even though it looked like he was going to keel over and die at any moment. He was an inspiration to us all. After the mission I never saw him again. Although, it is rumored that sometimes in the wee hours of the morning, amongst a dense fog, you can still hear the thumping of shoes and a vague, gangly, silhouette running amongst the trees aside of the twin lakes golf course. Keep on running old man, keep on running.