Trials and tribulations from the treadmill

Living in the Beaches area of Toronto, I am surrounded by athletic types, many who are born again middle-aged runners, keen on the "run 10 minutes, walk one minute" doctrine of the Running Room. My neighbour across the street, a slight woman of maybe 95 pounds, reports annually on her trip to the Boston Marathon. In the summer, the boardwalk is packed with runners, joggers, inline skaters, cyclers and saunterers.