|
Date
|
Place
of exercise
|
Duration
(minutes)
|
123 steps(s)
|
400
meters quarter mile(s)
|
Start
time
|
|
14
June
|
Orlyonok-Орлёнок
|
61
|
27.93
|
1:15.13
|
07:19
|
Ugh! .13 seconds.
As I crossed the halfway mark, I glanced at my watch to see that I was at 38
seconds—on pace for 1:16. I reasoned that was exactly where I needed to be. I
didn’t slow down at this point; I maintained my pace, and soon expended greater
effort.
The infinitesimally
tiny amount of extra effort that should make my goal a reality is difficult to
imagine. The thing is that I have already given what seems to me to be the
utmost effort. Just yesterday, I wrote here that I needed to have some competition,
a running partner. Lo and behold, a camper asked to run with us. Before we ran,
I asked her not to run too far ahead of me. I said that she should run just a
bit ahead so I wouldn’t lose heart.
My desire to stay
with her gave me some motivation for a short distance; she fell back after the
first turn. On the next turn, I needed to move out a bit to pass a different
young girl. This small effort may have been the .13 seconds that I needed.
Now I know that an
all-out effort from the very beginning will not serve me well; by the time I
finish, I am absolutely exhausted and barely able to remain erect. Today, I ran
quite leisurely at the start of the sprint, running with great effort at the
end. My results were very nearly sufficient.
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