.47% slower

The final sprint captures the most interest again today.  I wrote in the last post that I felt I could have run faster.  Today, I didn’t consciously hold anything back.  I felt my legs flying, I was on my toes, I again didn’t feel like I was running UPhill. Before I finished, I even thought I might set the record.  As a matter of fact, I didn’t even best the time I made the last time when my mind took control of my physical body and wouldn’t let me hurt myself.  I was 23 hundreds of a second slower, .23.  That is the amount of time it takes to start, and then immediately stop a stop watch.  The amount of time it takes for its life to flash through the mind of a mosquito as it collides with a windshield.  That’s .47% slower—certainly not a lot, but still slower.  It’s hard to conceptualize the distance a person can run in .23 seconds.  Whatever it is, I must be near the limit of my capability to run quickly—I must be running near to the fastest possible time.  The gasping for air after the run cannot be denied.


I usually run every other day.  Today, however, is a day when I am home with nothing pressing early today.  I started just before 6 am and ran for almost an hour.  Ran through the park to the end of the walking path.  There were scads of people walking, running, a few biking, all taking advantage of the beautiful spring weather.