Running man

I don't know how they do it! this one man I see running everyday. His mouth covered with a mask, a small backpack tied to his shoulders, a fat watch wobbling on his wrist and he maintaining an even pace of fast jog for hours an end.
I say hours an end because when I grudgingly go running, my set 6km run in the morning with no watches and no backpacks save a small bottle of water tucked in a convenient water bottle pocket on the side of my leggings I see the unfettered man already sweating without losing his pace, running like his life depended on it and when I'm done almost 25 minutes later there he is still going strong and continually running while I'm ready to splatter into a mass of lovely ectoplasm on the sidewalk.
We often cross paths, because we are living in one big continuations of a venn diagram and his unfaltering gaze looks straight ahead at an invisible moment of reckoning, his personal rapture while I double guess myself, asking if all this is really even worth it.
Running is such a personal exercise and experience. Some people are addicted to it like cocaine, the man I see each morning probably falls in the advanced addiction group and for some people like me it's still a mystery.
Somehow and don't quote me on it I fail to enjoy it as much as I've heard runners enjoying almost venerating it because it's boring. There I said it. Running is mighty boring for likes of me and perhaps it would be more fun if I've an audiobook playing on my headphones but I'm not the person to wear headphones or any distraction while out on the streets.
No sir not me not in a million years.
I need me senses alive and awake and headphone does exactly everything to subdue all that I need alert.
So headphones is out of equation and so is talking because the only way you can make conversation while running is when you're not running but walking but say this to someone who runs and they stare daggers at me as if I've besmirched the holy name of the exercise and declare me heathen for calling this most revered occupation boring.

It's only a couple days in a week when I find myself donning my running shoes and seeing how I don't do it for a very long time just under half an hour I'm fine with it.
I'd rather Pilates and weights and squats and jumps than run but that's just me because I've seen people making faces at the mention of lifting but by no means do I declare them heathen even though I judge them just a little in the privacy of my mind and ignore their refusal to consecrate strength training silently.