Over the past several months, I’ve noticed a lot of Runners jogging around the neighborhood.
All different ages.
Some look to be my age.
I’d say they all range from nine years old to fifty years old.
I haven’t heard of any “Running” events coming up.
At least, not around here.
I see six or seven people in the mornings and just as many in the evenings, out jogging.
Two, in particular, are very dedicated.
They have been out jogging every day. Every day.
Two boys; one looks to be nine years old, and the other looks to be eleven.
They are of average height and weight for their age range.
The eleven-year-old is out front and taking his training seriously.
He wants that Gold Medal. First Place.
You can tell he dreams about it.
He can see and hear the crowd cheering for him as he gets awarded First Place.
Day after day, the two boys are out running— Even in the rain.
Take today, for instance; it’s raining outside.
It’s not a heavy rain, but it’s not a “light sprinkle,” either.
And there they are—the oldest in front.
He wants that Gold Medal badly. He can taste it. First Place.
He’s dedicated to his training.
The younger boy behind him is simply and happily following his Older Brother.
