Keep going!²⁸

Today Pahar and I ran while Peter drove alongside us. We went on Union Turnpike to Springfield Boulevard and then to Northern Boulevard. At around seven and a half miles there was a very steep hill. I was dying, but Pahar was dancing inwardly and outwardly.

An elderly couple saw us running. The lady, who was quite fat, looked at me and said, “Keep going, keep going!” because I was panting so hard. I should have invited her to join us. I was dying and she had to say, “Keep going, keep going!”