Men streak by shirtless. Women are almost equally unattired. New parents push toddlers in strollers. Older kids tag along, having no trouble keeping up. Legs pumping, I accelerate.
Fear takes flight.
I am slicing like a knife through the wind. I am Mario on blades. Opening my eyes, I see a saintly face gazing down. A sunlit halo touches her hair. Then I notice that strapped around her shorts is a first aid pack.