Funny how times change. From the guy that would dread the lap after practice in middle school football. I hated every moment of it. The feeling. The shortness of breath. The heart pumping through your throat. I remember the highlight of my running career. It was at our 3rd grade track and field day. Everyone had to participate, and being the chubby kid I was they decided to put me in the 50 yard dash. The shortest possible race they have. I ended up 4th place. Crossing that line I felt that I had left those other 5 chubby kids in the dust, I was accomplished. That was the end off my elite running career.
As time passed I began to hate it more and more. Always being the slowest. The last one to come in after practice. I was tough on the field but my short little stride was not built for speed. I think that is the psychological reason for always putting it aside.
The road to the marathon is not and easy one.
