Okay, so now my eyes are bigger than my stomach. And I think with a little focus, and a pair of track spikes, I can knock 5-7 seconds off my time of 62.5 seconds for 400 meters. Wow, if I could knock 5-7 seconds off, I’d be one of the Nation’s best age-group 400 meter runners.
This is a train wreck waiting to happen. Can you see where it’s going?
You have to remember, my feet haven’t seen track spikes in 25 years. Foretelling.
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So… you’re attempting the impossible? Is that a train wreck?
No, the train wreck is impatience. Wanting too much too soon.
However, mistakes are great teachers.
My eyes got big, reading this one.
Inspiring, my good man!
Thanks Craig. It’s fun to look back.
Very therapeutic.
Also insightful to see how personal growth can be both slow and quick..painful and joyful.
Jeff, I just had a flashback of watching you run around the indoor track at WC. I remember you telling me that the lactic acid jumped on you like a refrigerator….although you were flying in my mind.
Skip, I said that? For real?
Flashbacks can be fun. Thanks for sharing one.
PS. Skip, what were you doing in Hollinger?
Boxing? Field? Lost? 🙂
Banging the speed bag…..and watching my roomie blaze around the track.
So this was when we lived at the House? Was it High Street?
You got it. I can see you stretching on the floor listening to AC/DC….loudly of course.
Skip, you can probably fill a lot of blanks in my memory of College. 🙂