Blast From the Past

Another 4 miler was on the schedule for today and I headed to Bayshore after work and a quick Target stop. I pulled in the parking lot and noticed a familiar group of cars. The girls cross country team and my coach from my high school were out on a run. I was so excited, thinking I would get a chance to see my old coach who was like a 2nd father to me my 4 years of high school. I started my run all the while looking ahead of me to see if I could spot the familiar pack of runners making their way their way up the grass. I started to approach my turn around and began to get nervous. If I hadn't crossed paths with them by now, then they will be behind me! AH! Now I had to kick it into gear so this tall skinny mustached man and his pack of seven 100 lb. girls can't catch me. It was as if I was running for my life. My hearing went into extra sensory mode and I swear I could hear the shuffle of their feet and the sounds of their breath catching me. I finished, running the 2nd half of the run much faster than I had intended to, and had not been caught. I looked behind me and they were about a 1/3 of a mile behind me. My victory however, was short lived because I realized that they probably ran 6 compared to my 4 measly miles. It's funny to think that even now as a 23 year old the thought of my cross country coach and the pack catching up to me on a run still puts the fear of God in my heart, just like it did when I was 15.