touch of grey

this morning at the intersection of j and 29th st i stop at the red light and watch an elderly lady in an adidas track suit several feet ahead of me already in the intersection when the light was green but now turned red and she is walking with such deliberation such slowness that i can feel the impatience perhaps even anger of the drivers who are perhaps running late for work or appointments as they wait for her and i think damn is that what age looks like is that what i have to look forward to when she makes it across just fine and the light turns and i take off feeling like a gazelle i'm running late too my mind tells me i'm still 25 i can run the 2 miles to work if i wanted to but then two blocks later my left leg seizes up a huge cramp and i'm forced to limp all of the way