.At races, I try even harder. Ill start with the intention of testing the limits of my abilities and the accuracy of my training. I put on my game face, but it doesnt last. Before long, Im chatting with the other runners and joking with the volunteers
that will transform me. My adult self knows that it’s simply not there, but my inner child still thinks of Popeye.While I’m waiting for the instant solution, however, I’m going to train. I’m going to pay my dues. I’m going to put my body to the test and demand that my
titans have now become gathering places for those who are simply testing their faith in themselves.It shouldn’t have bothered me to finish last, or nearly last. No matter how silly I looked while running, it was nothing compared with how stupid I looked
