Brain Freeze

As a 17 year old girl who prioritizes health by staying active, I dread the time I get old. I don’t want to feel quarantined in my home, like my grandma and the other elderly people in her apartment. The only time they get up is when they have to go to the bathroom — and even then, some old people can't get up to go. I value the time I get to go and shower and feel relaxed, but most old people need someone to do it for them, which is nothing close to the comforting and soothing experience they once felt. I fear losing the feeling of being alive through exercise, which, until recently, felt inevitable. Over winter break this year, my friend and I went to Ann Arbor to run a 5 mile race for the winter Trail fest run event. To our surprise, it started to blizzard the day of the run, but we still decided to go because we expected a lighthearted event with fellow teenage runners. Oh, we were so wrong. I looked left, an old fella. Took a gander to my right, there was a friend of my gran...