Rounding that last corner like a bat out of hell you hit the straight away in a full sprint, the pain is intense and you just focus on holding that stride, even increasing it. You can hear the other top runners with the same goal breathing down your neck ready to pass on the slightest inclination of weakness. Like wolves in a pack they can sense it. Time Stands Still. You are one with the track, nothing else matters, the World disappears, the heat burning through your thin socks from the friction off the reslite track is blistering, but you cannot feel it yet. Once you stop that pain will be more than real, right now you are in it to win it and this slow motion feeling you will remember for the next 35 years. How would I know?

Recently a gentleman who is a Master Champion in the 400 meter emailed me; he runs an impressive 60 second quarter at Age 60! Giving the young men a little competition are we!!!! Excellent indeed. That is an incredible time for age sixty. He asked what times I ran in the 800-meter as he was considering changing races to the demon of all Track and Field events; The 800 Meter.