The number marked on the back of
his calf told me he was in my age group.
I had passed this man just moments before. Now he had passed me back, running
like a man on a mission toward the finish line. We were finishing up the Woolman Triathlon in
I can’t catch this guy !!
The legs won’t turn over any faster!
This really hurts and I am not gaining that much on him anymore! Oh my, he’s close. He just crossed the line! Wish I could have caught him! He might be the one who keeps me from placing
in my age group.
I should have pushed a little harder. Maybe if I had trained a little harder; raced
a little smarter. done the transition quicker.
Maybe if.....
This guy had beaten me by a matter
of a few seconds. Both of us completely spent, we walked around
the finish line area together trying to get our breath back. He had had a good
race and my hand thrust out to him in congratulations.
“I was trying real hard to catch you right there.”
“I know. I could
feel you coming.”
“I just didn’t have enough left and you did.”
“Next time.”
We shook hands, smiled at each
other, and walked away. Yeah, next time,
I thought. Just you wait until next
time. Next time I will be better
prepared; next time I will be in better shape and next time, will be my time.
Truth is, I have never seen this man again. But, the vision of “next time” still drives my training
days. I just know there will be plenty of others out there on the courses to provide inspiration, motivation, and validation for
my “next time.”
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