‘My best friend’ is this old man who worked for a bank. He is from a
small village in Burgos and you can see him walking every morning in his red
trousers and green jersey. He is a very nice person. Now he can’t run because
he has been operated, but he walks as fast as he can. I remember that during a
few months I didn’t see him and I was worried about him, but, fortunately, he
is ok.
Lately, I have spoken a few times with another old man that likes to
walk. He always asks me about my running shoes and he explains me that he goes
to Collserola... I hope he is ok because I haven’t seen him for a while.
I have more friends: another runner that always says hello to me; a
very tall man that has a very elegant way of running. I also know ‘Diagonal’,
this man who goes running to his job and also participates in some races and,
of course, Núria, my teacher in fifth year, that is nearly 60 and you can see
her running every morning at 6.30am. There is another woman that was the
volleyball trainer in my school that also goes running every morning. I even
see Albert Batlle, a politician who did a lot for Espanyol.
After so many years, every morning I see the same faces. Even though
they are not my real friends, they are people I miss if I don’t see them and I
think what has happened to them. When you go running after so many years, you
create your own universe and create some nice relationships with other persons.
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