I have to tell you about the old man who takes walks in my neighborhood. I don’t know his name, but in my head I call him Gus, just because he looks like a Gus to me. When I first moved here, about two years ago, I saw Gus walking up the side of the road. This guy is at least 80 years old, and moves slower than cold molasses. The next day I saw him again, and the next day, and then six months had passed and I realized that Gus was out there every day, rain or shine, walking for hours. I never walked anywhere except out to my car, and from my car to the gym. Walking is such a terrible form of exercise, I wished that old Gus would go to the gym and make a real difference in his mobility and health. Just like the old story about the race between the turtle and the hare, Gus ended up winning the race of wellness and fitness. I might have been hitting the gym several times a week, but I still didn’t have the commitment that Gus had. In a weird way, Gus was more motivational to me than any personal trainer ever could be. Watching this guy with nothing but his own dedication made me feel like a loser, because I needed a gym and a personal trainer just to try and keep up with him. The funniest part of all this is that I don’t even think Gus knows I exist. Our race for fitness and wellness is all in my head.