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Everyone knows how to run with passion. Remember when the kid down the block challenged you to a race. You lined up on the sidewalk, and there was no chance this goofball with the permanent Kool-Aid mustache was going to beat you. A friend would call out "Ready, Set, Go!" and the race began. With your head tilted back, your knees and elbows flying all over the place, you ran your guts out to beat that snotty nosed kid.
Wouldn't it be great to run with the excitement you felt as a kid again. It took me a while to figure out how to do it once I grew up, but now I always have my heart in the race. In high school, the kid I always wanted to beat was my older brother. For my first three years, every workout and race provided another chance to defeat him. Unfortunately for me, my brother's goal was to beat me too. I beat him once in a race, which was fantastic. The only problem was, after my junior year, he graduated.
My senior year was strange. I was the best distance runner on our track team, and I didn't have anyone to go after. For half of the season, I just plodded through my races. I was just out there running. No passion. No heart. Then came the race that changed my life. The race against Jerky McJerkster. Obviously, this isn't his real name, but it fits him well.
I was at a pretty small invite, and I was running the mile. We lined up according to our seed times. Jerky was the number one seed for the race, and I was right next to him. Picture the neighborhood bully. Beady eyes, dirty hair with a rat tail dangling down his neck, complete with a stupid smirk on his face. That was Jerky. Moments before the race began he turned to me and asked what time I wanted to run. Stunned that he had any interest in me, I gave him an honest answer. "Well, I never have run under 4:40, so I'd like to get in the 4:30's today."
"I'm gonna run 4:24," he declared. I know what you're thinking. What a colossal jerk!
BANG. We were off. Jerky took the lead, and I tucked right in behind him. I wasn't going to let him run away with this race after his brash prediction. I wanted to beat him so bad. He was running quick, but not fast enough to shake me. My eyes were locked onto the back of his yellow jersey. Two laps went by and we had totally separated from the rest of the field. I could feel his pace slowing down, so in a fit of running rage, I took the lead.
Hopping mad and determined to win, I ran like my feet were on fire. Every step I took, I imagined burying Jerky McJerkster in my dust. My lungs started to burn. My legs were aching. I crossed the line for the final lap. My dreams were starting to become reality. I was winning. I rounded the turn and headed towards backstretch. My coach was by the 200 meter mark screaming his head off. "You gotta go now! He's coming!"
Half a lap to go, and into the final turn. I was still charging ahead, but I could hear footsteps by my side. The turn ended. I could see the finish line, but Jerky had pulled even. Oh no! He started to pass me. I had nothing left to give. I put my head down and reached inside to find another gear. Nothing there. He was ahead of me by a couple meters and the finish line was fast approaching. His arms started to flail. Maybe I could still get him. One last push to the line and...
He won. What a tragic ending, right. Well, not really. That race changed my life. I lost, but I realized what I had done. I ran with heart, with passion. I found that inner strength and determination again. Every race after that in high school and college, I toed the line with purpose. Pushing myself was no longer a problem. Whenever the halfway point in the race came, I went for it. No matter if it was an 800 or a 10K. I loved that feeling, that passion for running, that passion for life.
When you come to the halfway point in your next race, push yourself. Imagine that goofy next door neighbor is behind you. It's not about racing someone. It's about racing yourself. Run with purpose. Run with heart. Run with passion.
By the way, my time in that race - 4:29. I guess I didn't get my goal, but neither did Mr. McJerkster.
Did you like that story. Well it was true. On tips4running.com I have a lot more running tips and everything to do with running. Read about setting smart goals, how to begin a running program, what shoes to buy, and more. Check the Running Track section to read strategies for every track race from the 400 to the 10,000.
Take care - Coach Tief
In " 2 T elbow white wedding veil 1/8" rattail edge,2" description of a veil, what does 2 at the end signify?
I don't think it means anything significant. I looked up what you have there and found an eBay auction for the veil, and read the description over a couple of times. It doesn't appear to have anything to do with the veil itself.
I did go look at the merchants other items for sale and many of them have a similar (seemingly random) number at the end of the auction title. This suggests to me that it may be some sort of internal tracking system where they number the pieces for sale (#1 - #n) for themselves and it has nothing to do with the item itself.
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