Last night I had a mini reunion with a handful of ladies from my high school track team. It was so much fun. We caught up on each other’s lives, reminisced about our high school years, and then digressed. I laughed, or gasped for that matter, so much in…well forever.
Since the majority of us were sprinters, there was a whole lot of goings on that I had no idea about. And of course these happenings helped to shape each of our lives in one way or another.
One thing I found most interesting was that only two out of the six was still running. Come to find out, many of these ladies just didn’t enjoy running. Even then.
I thought about them when I was doing my 400 repeats today. Odd as it was, I could only think that if they weren’t using the fast-twitch muscle fibers they seemed to have an overabundance of during our high school years, I’d love to have them.
You probably guessed by now that I was working hard to hit each interval at the targeted time. It’s true. I was working hard but, do you know what, I was actually on-target for most of them. Once I realized that I’d done it with my own God given muscle fibers, I had to pat myself on the back. Of course I had something even greater to celebrate — that being that I still love running.
