The last time I was on a track I was in high school. I wasn't fast then either. I remember having to run a mile in 8 minutes for an A, and for every minute you lost a letter grade. So a 10 minute mile was a C. Which was about what I was able to run. I remember my mother telling me that I was not average, I was excellent and excellent meant getting an A. So I ran my little heart out. And I passed out at the end. But I got an A.
Kind of the story of my life - I'll make it to the finish line, but that's it. I can do anything I put my mind to, but once I draw a line in the sand I rarely cross it. This far and no farther.
Running track repeats made me remember how much fun it is to run really really fast. Which I can only do for a really really short stretch. But with work, maybe I can push that limit more. My ultimate goal -and holy grail - is a 10 minute mile.
After all, nobody's grading me anymore and I don't need anyone else to tell me if I'm excellent. I already know I am.