Silver Sneaker Moment

The bones are loud and heavy they don't like exercise anymore. The treadmill chugs along while vertigo topples unready toes. Nothing can push these bones along, time has filled them with concrete, the rubble of marathons once run. A young woman sprinting effortlessly beside me smirks my way as I stumble through a flat-footed mile. Maybe she cannot see her future yet while mine is clearly painted on a wall I will soon hit.