Oh. My. God.

Editor's note: This is a guest post from today's Lady-at-the-track.

It's dark, and I'm walking alone. It's a little scary here at the Brunswick Middle School Track, but as I walk, I slowly get over it. But then it happens. I'm in lane 8 on the back stretch when someone unexpectedly comes up from behind and scares the bejeebers out of me. That's when I exclaim, "Oh. My. God."

It's an old guy, and he's not running very fast. He tries to apologize for the sudden jump-scare, but he does a poor job of saying he's sorry. I guess he's not doing a good job of much of anything this morning. As he goes by during later laps, I notice he's making an effort to run a little faster. It's not working, I think. The guy is wearing standard-looking running clothes and some bright-green snazzy shoes. You would think he would be able to go faster, especially here at the track, but it's still not happening. 

As it begins to get light, I figure it out. He has a headband around his ears, with his bald head shining above it all. That's it! The reason is... he's not just old; he's very old!