Sunday, February 3, 2013
feedback
From a reader:
James, tell me how far in yards (feet) you are running and what are the miraculous times you run this distance in. I have a hard time rejoicing with you when I don't know the extent of your accomplishments. You've probably told us but tell me again.
I don’t know the distance, and it doesn’t matter. Not to me, anyway. I am competing against myself
(possibly the only person I can reliably keep up with), and I’m winning. Today, I broke 1-minute by .14 of a second—enough time to say wh—the first part of “What a super job!” It was like Michael Phelps coming from behind to win the gold medal. Not really…I was not in the water, I had no competition, I wasn’t in the Olympics. But it still felt nice.
But really, 5 months ago, my goal was to run the same distance in 65 seconds. Now, it’s 60 seconds. That’s a 8% faster. I’m sure you are thinking that is no big deal. Well when you are running as fast as possible for 60 seconds, your whole body is screaming for relief.
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