hags are fit, dont mess.

on a very normal, breezy evening, i was strolling at the park. started off with one round of walking and 4 rounds of jogging. while jogging i caught up with this man at his late 50-ties and jogged same pace as him for about 2 rounds. and he striked a random short convo

*man: girl, how many rounds u jog?*

*myself: about 4 rounds*

*man: oh very good stamina u got*

*myself: uh thanks.* (dashed off)

3rd round i was infront of him and i overheard he told his old man friend, chui um toe. ngo mo training... and i was thinking, hag i aint wanting to race with you or what so ever. am there at the park just to jog up a good heart and an average weight. the 4th round, out of no where, suddently

*man: u jog everyday?*

*myself: almost.. went there's no rain and am free*

*man: ok this is my last round. see you around. bye*

and.... he sprinted ahead of me.. i was ternga-nga-ing, thinkin, old man can be damn fit sial. comparing all the elders at the park exercising every evening and my dad who eats 4 meals and bum around at home, it is world aparts. i think i shall start figuring away to make him at least take a 30 mins walk during weekends' evenings before he starts getting health problems. good daughter i am, eh?

that was how far he was ahead of me.

losing touch.