A Track Fable:
I don't like running but once in a while if I only have an hour or so to work out I will do it. . anyway tonight on the track this out of shape looking, outback steakhouse type, business school guy passes me, and even though there is a whole lane between us he yells "Track!" . . so i am like "OK buddy. 'track', There is no way I am quitting before you." I figure he won't last a mile.
Four miles later he is still behind me. this is the longest I think I have ever run without stopping and my legs are not feeling normal at all. Around this time I realize that this guy is playing the same twisted mind game that i am and that one of us is going to collapse or die. And then he slows to a walk. Thank the lord, but it is a feint; he begins running again, panting, sweating profusely.. 10 more laps go by and decide to use his trick. i stop at the drinking fountain and act very winded. He passes in exultation but I break into a sprint and pass him easily. Victory! he gives up!
Now my calves are killing me though. There are no winners in this sort of game.
This is a very journal entry type journal entry for me.
Four miles later he is still behind me. this is the longest I think I have ever run without stopping and my legs are not feeling normal at all. Around this time I realize that this guy is playing the same twisted mind game that i am and that one of us is going to collapse or die. And then he slows to a walk. Thank the lord, but it is a feint; he begins running again, panting, sweating profusely.. 10 more laps go by and decide to use his trick. i stop at the drinking fountain and act very winded. He passes in exultation but I break into a sprint and pass him easily. Victory! he gives up!
Now my calves are killing me though. There are no winners in this sort of game.
This is a very journal entry type journal entry for me.