Whoosh! I sailed by person after person on the track. Whoosh – Whoosh – Whoosh!
I am a runner. Well, technically a jogger. I often run at the track near my home. Most on the track walk, therefore my speed, however meager in running terms, is far faster than walking. So it’s whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, as I pass the walkers over and over around the track. My speed and endurance seem amazing to the walkers. Some will come and walk for an hour. I am running when they come and still running when they leave. I have whooshed by them twenty or more times.
I got several lessons in life today on the track.
As I circled the track with my long steady strides passing the walkers like lamp poles, I got to feeling superior. I know you shouldn’t, you don’t have to tell me, but after the constant whooshing past far younger people, it goes to your head.
Then he came. He was short, perhaps five feet three. He didn’t look like much of a runner. I saw him get out of the car and stretch as I whooshed by a couple holding hands. He started running a few feet ahead of me. He was fast. I sped up to keep up. At last, I had someone to pace myself against. After half a lap, I was on his heels but my breath was coming harder and heavier. After the first lap, I was gasping but still on his heels. After a lap and a half, my foot started hurting. I was hurting; I was gasping for breath.Read More »