Bayou City Classic 10K, 1990. 4500 runners on the start line. Crack of the pistol and we’re off. 4499 chasing me for the first mile. Just like every week. I’d run like hell and know the only way you were going to catch me is if I died just a little or a lot. Which I usually did. Bayou City Classic 10K, 1991. 6000 runners on the start line. Whispers to my left, snickers to my right. “Just let him go, he’ll come back, he always does.”
My USATF Certified personal bests: 5K- 16:19, 10K- 33:55, marathon- 2:46:56. On those special mornings I did break fast and didn’t come back. Those three races showing that someone with hardly any talent and stubborn determination can post up times worth remembering. But only if you Really Race. A lot of faster people and a lot of slower people know exactly what I’m talking about. It’s all about personal excellence, unbinding your own limits, pushing farther than previously thought possible, breaking through.
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