Running Wild
Three quarters of the way through my running race at Hanover High School a couple of weeks ago, I sighted my target.
I had tried to remain non-competitive in the race. I signed up to help myself stay in shape and support the athletic program. I didn’t want to get too caught up in things.
But I could see him. I knew I had some energy left in the tank, and he looked like he had trouble maintaining his pace. I had a chance to pass him.
I had to keep a steady pace though. I have only taken part in a couple of races in the past – both back in high school – and neither ended well.