Speed Kills, Okay it Hurts

There are a few runners at my place of employment and with the warmer temps a lot of us are running at lunch time.

Being the elder statesman of the group, I tend to take the brunt of their 'old man' running jokes.

So yesterday I decide to show these youngsters what I could do on the track!

We have a 1/2 mile path near our building so this would be a good day for 1/2 mile repeats. My intentions were to try and maintain a comfortable 3:45 1/2 mile pace with a 1/4 recovery.

It's amazing what running with co-workers can make you do:

First 1/2 = 3:30, but that didn't feel like I was going that fast.

Second 1/2 = 334, that hurt and I can't breath anymore.

Third 1/2 3:32, Why am I getting light-headed all of a sudden and I can't feel my legs!

Fourth 1/2 = 3:35, I'm having a heart attack, I know it! I can't see.......................

Once I regained the use of my limbs and had my fill from the oxygen tank, I was able to do my cool-down with the kids. Needless to say, I held my own against a younger faster group of runners. Little did they know that I will never get out there with them again!

Now where did I put my medication???????????