Proud to be a tortoise!!!

A couple of weeks ago it was so snowy that I had to take my 4 miles to an indoor track. (Just shoot me...17 times around = 1 mile! AAGGHH!) Anyway, as I was doing my 14-15 minute mile (I walk fast, but I DO walk), I hear a woman literally yell, "WALKERS TO THE OUTSIDE! WALKERS TO THE OUTSIDE!" I thought "Oh my gosh, this lady is an Olympian!" I threw myself against the wall to let her pass (and to protect myself). As she passed me I noticed that she didn't LOOK like an Olympian. Her shoes looked like she gardened in them all summer. She had street clothes on. Anyway, she did a few rotations around the track and then suddenly stopped running and walked slowly, panting as she went. I now had to pass her. (I resisted the urge to yell, "SLOW WALKERS TO THE OUTSIDE!") She found some energy store from somewhere and passed me again, did one more lap and then left. I continued on for another 45 minutes or so. Classic story of the tortoise and the hare. I am a tortoise. Not the fastest, but if consistency counts (and it does), I get an A. Day after day, week after week, year after year, I keep going. I hope I can still be at it when I am 70! Go Tortoises!!!