Promises Promises

Lane 8 jeff noel

That first track season was exciting. It provided new and abundant motivational fuel. It ended poorly, but that only made my resolve greater. And I set out on the long, slow road to hamstring-tear recovery.

Long story short, the next year, wiser and much more focused, I ripped the other hamstring.

Stupid boy.

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Fool

Lane 8 jeff noel

So, in my infinite stupidity, a few moths of “training” later, I get the heat assignment. This time, there are no slow pokes in the race, unless you count me.

But, being an optimist and dreamer – with adrenaline coursing through my veins, the starter fires his pistol and we’re off.

Maybe 150 meters into it, early on the backstretch, POP!

The season is over. And right then and there, I promise to never ripe another hamstring.

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