Yesterday I was just past the halfway point of a 5 mile run when all of a sudden some young dude in his twenties blows by me on my right shoulder. I didn't even know he was back there, and he passed me like I was walking. So I said with a grin, "Hey, way to make me look bad!"
He turned back and said, "I'm just going a short distance today."
Sure. Short distance for him was probably, you know, 5 miles!
But as he rapidly became a speck in the distance, I thought to myself, "What a nice young man, trying to make the old fart feel better."
Then I labored home and iced my knee.