Wow. What a fucking AWESOME run tonight. I did my normal 3.5 miles. Felt good throughout it all. I am finishing up my last lap feeling a little tired. It is dark out. The track is misty and filled with fog. All of the sudden I am startled when this punk ass kid goes flying by me in the outer track. It is my nemesis!
Ever since I started running I have always felt inferior to the other runners. Hell I could barely out run the old women power walking. I trained. I ran. I was slow. The worst fucker that made me feel horrible was the youngin. This kid has to be in high school. He would come down. Do a few really fast laps passing by me. Do a dozen pullups on the high school football uprights. Train hard. Totally make me look like a pussy. The kid even took his shirt off once and my Ex wife was gawking at him.
I was just starting my final mile. I was at the starting line for it. When the kid blew past me I got indignant! That is the only word I can think of to describe my rush of emotions. How dare this kid show me up. How dare he blow past me like I was standing still. What the fuck was his problem.
I decided right there and then I was not going to allow it. I turned it up a notch. I did not think I had an extra notch after running a 5K. Apparently I do. I then turned it up another notch. Again. Faster. Faster and harder than I have ever run before. It was like going ludacris speed.
It was amazing. It felt so good. I let it all out. I was not even breathing too hard. I was breathing hard. You could hear it. It felt good though and I was keeping up with him! Know what the best part was. I am entering the final straight away and the kid hears me coming up behind me AND HE HAS TO SPEED UP! I made the little fucker take it up another notch. I would have beat him is he stayed at his normal speed. As it was I did not beat him but I was not very far behind. I will get you my nemesis! I will get you.