It was an almost-spring-blue-skyed morning at the Fresh Pond Reservoir. I was walking with an old friend I hadn’t seen in months, so there was a lot to catch up on. The path is two-plus miles and I have walked it countless times.
Shortly after we got started, we felt a rush of wind as a tall, slim figure flew past us and disappeared in the distance. We noticed her long blond hair, pulled back, and that she was running as gracefully as a gazelle.
We continue our “stroll,” and within moments she passed us again. I decided she was probably training for the Boston Marathon.
The third time she passed us, I could feel myself becoming annoyed. What right does she have to be so fast, so beautiful (from the back anyway) and such a show-off!
The fourth time she passed us…I felt an immediate need to sit down.
Who was that mysterious woman? We’ll never know.