Sophomore year of high school, track season, dust storm. I was making the turn around the 200 meter mark and was literally blown out of my lane. Of course, I weighed all but 95 lbs, but still.
I love running into the wind. I may look forward to the turn-around, but I always appreciate a little extra challenge. For one thing, I've always believed that running against the wind makes me run harder, stronger. Then, when I have the wind to my back, that same pace doesn't seem so tedious.Again, you've got to make it hurt sometimes, or you'll accomplish very little.
A fond memory: My running buddy in high school, Whitney (from here on she will be referred to as The White Gazelle), and I were good teammates. During my sophomore year and some of my junior year, we relied on our teamwork in the 3200 and 1600 meter races. For one lap, she would take the lead and give me a break from the wind. The next lap, I would take the lead (but my height did not allow her the same advantage hers allowed me). I like to believe that it made a bit of a difference.
Just so you are warned, The White Gazelle will most likely be mentioned several times in the future, as she and I have many stories on the course and track. Peace.
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