whatsupchuck wrote:
RunningDad46 wrote:That said, one think I have preserved from my younger days is my devastating kick. I've always been able to draw from deep within and unleash fury in the final 100m.
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Unleash the "fury" earlier in the race.
I have to agree with your wife. You executed a cowardly type 5k race where you jogged along well below your potential and then raced the last 100m to show off. Your description of yourself makes it sound like your MO.
THIS.
I'm old too. I race for time and myself and start my "kick" from about 1 mile to 800m out when I gradually ramped up my effort. I view the final 100m kick as a race for place not for time. I may just be lazy or weak but I only kick with 100 to go if there is a team race or if I have a history with the people near me in the finish stretch. So I would never kick down a bunch of randos at the shamrock shuffle. I guess I'm not that "competitive".
That's me as well. I honestly don't even know if I have that in me anymore. When I was a kid, I could just "turn it on", almost reflexively.
heyyo wrote:
I'm old too. I race for time and myself and start my "kick" from about 1 mile to 800m out when I gradually ramped up my effort. I view the final 100m kick as a race for place not for time. I may just be lazy or weak but I only kick with 100 to go if there is a team race or if I have a history with the people near me in the finish stretch. So I would never kick down a bunch of randos at the shamrock shuffle. I guess I'm not that "competitive".
Typical woman victim complex being projected by her. Real men would be embarrassed to lose to a woman near them like that and do anything in their power not to let it happen. Good job unleashing a spectacular kick. Losers complain, winners reign.
The S.A. Fighter is back wrote:
The screeching from the angry wenches on the sidelines is music to my ears. The best feeling in the world is passing some SJW type broad ten meters from the finish while yelling "YES!" as loudly as possible while fist pumping - it's a joy that few other activities can match!
No doubt this is a pleasurable experience for you. Too bad it comes at the expense of forfeiting any chance of initiating coitus with your vanquished foes... Oh well, I guess the trusty ol' right hand will get the job done tonight, or maybe squirt a bunch of lotion in between the couch cushions like you did that one time mommy left you home alone.
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