Please Don’t Get Me Wrong

Please don’t get me wrong, I still ran. I was, after all, a Health & Physical Education major, destined to be a High School Gym teacher during the school year, and drive a beer truck during summers – just like Mr Warner, our 8th-grade Gym Teacher. He was the epitome of cool.

But between the beer consumption and the late night munchies, I had to run. You get the picture.

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You Know What This Means?

When you can’t make the relay team, you know what this means? It means, at best, you’re the fifth fastest – on your team.

Not fifth fastest in your division or conference. This was sad for me. But a loop hole appeared. And…self-esteem problem solved…

The ‘freedom’ of college and the privileges that come with legal drinking age meant that by Junior year, no more Track.

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The Younger jeff noel Was

The younger jeff noel was, the faster he was. Set a 7th grade school record. And again in 8th and 9th grades. Even in High School.

But with age, reality isn’t always a gracious teacher. Come to find out (and completely ignorant to it, or maybe denial) that jeff noel was just a big fish in a very small pond.

The bigger the pond got, the slower he got.

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One Mailbox A Day

The same week I started doing one push-up a day, I began running one mailbox a day for the first week. Then two mailboxes a day the second week and so on. Mailboxes are about 100 meters apart here.

The running goal was first, and very simply to “wake everything up” – tendons, ligaments, muscles, cartilage. The pace was slower than a slow walk. Seriously.

After one month, I was very slowly jogging the equivalent of one lap around a school track – 400 meters.

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