>I see you.
Up ahead. 300 yards or so. Running.
I see you. And I will catch you. I will hunt you down.
200 yards. I’m gaining on you. My tempo has picked up. My turnover is faster. You will lose.
100 yards. Closer.
100 feet. I hear your feet hit the concrete. You may hear mine. I will pass you. Like you are standing still.
10 feet. Time to go. Time to find another gear. Not only will I pass you, I will drop you. You will suffer. You will be dejected. I’ve hunted you for less than a mile. I’ve caught you, passed you, and spit you out the back like you were moving backwards.
For you were the hunted; I the hunter.
Last night’s run was a reprise of the Five Mile Time Trial. This was my first hard effort since my calf issue in December. Considering I ran 4 miles yesterday morning to start the day, I felt amazing on this run. I was smooth. My form was good. I felt fast! Not a land-speed record – but damn good for me! 43:46.