A long stay perhaps
There's this old man. A legend. More of a local legend. To be honest, he's mostly just a local neighborhood legend. But ask anyone in the surrounding area and they know exactly who you are referring to. They've all seen him. He runs. And that's almost the only thing people know him for. "So, what do you do?" (on repeat 8 hours a day, 5 days a week, for eternity) He doesn't exactly run at a brisk pace, and the photo speaks for itself on this point. The man might just break in half if the wind blew a little bit harder. His slow trot resembles more of a walk. Most people cheer him on in their heads as they drive by. But, I always thought, "Just stop, man." Mostly because it kind of hurt to watch him tough it out, all hunched over. He seemed like he was in some real pain. But who knows. I never talked to him or anything, just took a few candid photos so I would remember. For a good 4 or 5 years I would see him out there at least once a week, and there was some slight comfort in that. In this instance, he was joined briefly by a fellow runner, but most of the time he ran alone. I only saw him with one other companion, and she looked to be around 26 maybe (which was a complete visual antonym). To me, this guy is always just going to be some runner, but the day I took this photo happened to be one of the best days of my life. And a small part of that was because I saw him that morning, everything started right and ended right. So now every time I look at this photo, I think of that day. And while he will remain with my thoughts for as far as I can see, I will continue to know almost nothing about him.
