...in Port-au-Prince. Today I managed to find time to go running again after school. About twenty minutes into the run, I passed a little boy and girl on the side of the road. They looked to be about 8 years old. At that point, I was running uphill on a very rocky road. I smiled at them and said hello as I passed. What I didn't know was that they started jogging behind me.
It was not until at least five minutes later that I realized they had been following me. When I noticed them, I walked for a minute or two to talk to them and catch my breath. They didn't have much to say, but they told me they were going to run with me. I warned them that I was not near my house but they didn't seem to mind. So, we continued running. I figured that they would get tired or bored and eventually stop following me. That was not the case.
They actually stuck with me and ran the entire way to my house. When we got there, I gave them some bonbons and a little money to buy a drink. They asked me if I would be running the same way again tomorrow. Looks like I have some new running buddies! Here's the kicker: the little boy was wearing denim jeans and sneakers and his sister was wearing a denim skirt and sandals!! But, despite the fact that they were not at all dressed for running, they were barely out of breath and they did not even break a sweat. I, on the other hand, was wearing proper running attire. But, I was hot, sweaty, tired, and out of breath. I can't help but laugh at my life!
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