Yesterday we went barefoot sprinting again. College of DuPage in Glen Ellyn has a beautiful soccer complex that features three fields sitting right next to one another. That is to say at COD we have lots and lots of well-manicured green, green grass where we can walk, jog, and sprint without fear of stepping on a rock or a golf tee and ruin our wonderful, youth producing, barefoot sprinting experience. And early in the morning the dew feels so good on our bare feet.
After warming up with walks and jogs (25 counts) for between 10 and 15 minutes we’re ready to pick up the pace. The first 25 count sprint (probably 120 yards) at about 80% I win, surprisingly, by a couple of steps. I figure that Pam is holding back trying to avoid bruising my male ego.
The second 25 count sprint at about 85% I win again by a couple of steps. I know in my heart that Pam must be holding back. But I still avoid saying anything.
The third 25 count sprint at about 90%, I win again by a couple of steps and finally I accuse my wife of holding back and letting me win. She promises to give it her all the next time through.
The fourth and final 25 count sprint at about 95% was a photo finish – as near as we could tell without a real photo for reference. It felt like we finished at exactly the same time. Since on previous occasions Pam had been winning by a couple of steps, I also felt like I was running faster, covering more ground than I had been a couple weeks back. Hmmm.
In any case, we both felt as though we had a great, 30 minute, high intensity workout on a beautiful morning in July at age 70 and 71. Knees were good. Hips were good. Feet and ankles were good. And we were both 17 years old again…for the moment, in the moment. Erotic!
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