Rain over a field

 About a week ago, I was on a football field enjoying a quarantine-approved run with another organism. Here I have to mention that the word "enjoy" is not very accurate. Actually, because I am horribly out of shape, running felt like torture and I quickly dropped out. Meanwhile, the other organism kept on sprinting. Once again, I felt defeated. How can some beings have so much will to live that they dedicate their effort to something as horrible as running? But the final blow came later when it started raining and we had to shield beneath a shed. I noticed that despite the rain, a young creature remained on the field, kicking a football joyfully. The little rascal...If only I could absorb all that energy, all that enthusiasm...This youngling will probably wake up in the morning and immediately jump our of bed ready to laugh and play. Instead, I will wake up exhausted thinking that I am about to experience Groundhog Day again. But enough self-loathing. It is time to go to bed. And who knows? Maybe tomorrow will be less disappointing.