Quote from: Tills on Today at 09:47:58 AMThen a coach had a bet with someone that he could take an amateur aged 50 and train them to run a 2h45 marathon and I became the guinea pig
I agree with you gals that running was an escape, a running away. Whenever I needed a burst of speed, like when approaching a finish line, I would imagine my enemies right behind me and ready to grab me. That boost of adrenaline was like kicking in the afterburners.
When I was in high school, my track coach was also the football coach. He said I was going to be his "secret weapon". I had height and speed over most of the other kids, so I was perfect as a receiver. Then, I got wrapped around a goalpost and injured my knee.
I was on crutches for six weeks, and I had lost my speed after that. I dropped track, but the coach moved me to middle linebacker. I am not built like a linebacker (far from it), but my height allowed me to watch the ball and call the play, which is the MLB's job. A few months later, I left the state and went to live with my dad in Colorado.