She paused, relishing their long lean limbs.
“She is,” answered a boy.
The Olympian nodded, staying awhile, watching; her pea green wool cardigan a stark contrast to their near bare bodies.
Crowd chanting, she sliced the air with each stride, feeling that ultimate freedom...enlivening invincibility, that comes only from being faster than the wind.
But that was then, and she was eighty now.
Taking a deep breath, she continued the long and daunting 200 metre journey to catch the bus.