Yesterday for the first time ever I was lapped in a track race. This was I suppose an inevitable consequence of age and the shortness of the indoor athletics track. I am searching for some comfort in the fact that it was a 1500m race rather than an 800m and that my nemesis was forty years my junior but it still rankles no matter the logic.
Running in a combined seniors and masters race is always going to be a matter of mindless hope over physical reality. The winning time was 4.01. My time a more pedestrian 4.49 but if you factor in the degenerative quotients of age I beat the young upstart by eleven seconds. Now who is smug? But I would still swap the seasoned bones for the vitality of youth. I will not go gently into that good night!
