Last Friday night, for the first time in 11+ years, I drug my rusty old legs to the track and raced a leg of a 4x8 for charity. That would be 24 hours after I toed the line to this race.
The relay was for charity, there wasn't a lot of pressure on, and I honestly no longer had any idea how to race an 800. Back in the day my method was to eat as much candy as possible beforehand and just try to keep it down afterwards. Still a reigning champ at that.
At my best in HS, if my memory serves me correctly, I split a 2:27 in the 8. Not terrible, but no where near what the real speedsters were running. Basically I was decent enough to earn myself a spot in the slow heat of the varsity 800 where my goal always was not to finish last.
Succeeded most of the time.
Before heading to this charity track meet, I decided that I would just chase the ponytail half my age and hold on as long as I could. Seemed like a good plan until I rounded the turn for the last 300 meters where my hamstrings and lungs started to burn and the young thing started to pull away from me effortlessly.
Young legs, oh how I miss thee.
I think that my favorite part about this pic is that the high schooler (most likely half my age) looks like she is out for a walk in the park. Relaxed, focused, and not even breathing with her mouth open. And I am over striding while holding quite a bit of tension in my shoulders, neck, and face.
All just to keep pace with her.
Needless to say, this tiny gal schooled me.
But, the legs still got some speed.
Ended up splitting 2:30 flat in the 800.
Guess these ole legs still got a little sumpin sumpin.