I am still running. I am very fast. Well, fast in a thirty-five year old, non-athlete type way. Fast like a scooter is fast, not like a Ferrari is fast. You get the point.
So I am running the other night and the following thought pops into my head: Have you ever noticed that The Flash never pulls a hamstring or cramps up?
I wish I was a superhero. Maybe I just need a cool costume to wear.