One hot Sunday morning. Halfway the 77K route of Last Sunday Ride. Check point #2. Feeling rather worn out from the scorching heat. I took refuge in a shaded curbside, sitting down, stretching my aching legs. Then I saw her. An elderly lady. I would say 60ish. Not a trace of fatigue on her face. She was standing up and talking with her friends. I stood up right away. Age is not important unless you are a cheese, a wine, or a scotch.
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