Men first, women after.
With the crack of a starting pistol, the male colleagues under forty-five took off in a swarm. A few of the women shouted, "Come on, you big guys!"
And Henry Hartwell, of course, was one of those "big guys."
Surprisingly, Henry Hartwell ran with ease, his face showing no signs of strain. After a few hundred meters, he had left everyone else in the dust.
"Tsk, tsk. See that? Hanson is really something else."
"Yeah, he's usually lazy as a pig, but when he runs, it's like he's flying."
"Tell me about it. I started on the same day as Hanson. You guys have no idea, but when he first joined, he was over 220 pounds. He's lost so much weight now, and I have no idea how he did it."
"And you know what? Hanson is pretty handsome. Now that he's slimmed down, he's a real knockout. Probably the best-looking guy at our agency."
The female colleagues fell into gossiping.
