Zeus sends his message to the runners

Thunder crashed and rain came sprawling down as two forms came jogging out of the storm. As cars splashed by them, a bolt of lightning cut a jagged dart across the dim sky.

The two forms sprinted down the last straight-away and gave a whoop as they crossed the finish line on their one-mile course in a time of 8:30.

One was in his forties, squeezing his run in before dinner. The other in her mid-teens, putting in her second run of the day to give her five miles for the day.

For both, it was an accomplishment. And as they grinned into the storm, you could tell that they were having the time of their lives.