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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So You Think You’re Fast

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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Fully Equipped

Fully equipped with two blinding flashes of the obvious, I set out on a journey. You’ve probably been here once or twice in your life, right? Doctor’s orders.

The thing we all know in the back of our heads, but stealthily deny, this is a mandate for the rest of our lives, not just until next year’s annual physical.

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