The Marathon Run

Sheela woke up, glanced at her watch and got up with alacrity. It was four thirty in the morning. Within a few minutes her friends would come to call her. She gulped her tea, wore her t-shirt and track pants and got ready to put on her shoes, when the bell rang. She quickly opened the door and saw Anita standing there all ready to leave. It was the first time that they were participating in the Marathon Dream Run. Soon they were joined by the other friends in the group.

All of them reported earlier than the expected time. The excitement was palpable and the entire group was a chattering a dime a dozen. Soon their names were called from the list of participants and they readied themselves at the starting line. The whistle blew. They ran, ran and ran, panting and huffing but unwilling to give up midway.

They were among the last to reach the finish line but got the maximum cheers because they were all septuagenarians, wanting to enjoy and contribute to a worthy cause.