Around ten years ago, a friend of mine bet me that he could run a mile faster than I could. We each had a month or two to train, and then we met at the high school track near my old house. He ran first, and did the mile in seven and a half minutes. That was actually faster than I'd run a mile before.
What would my strategy be? Well, the oval track was a fourth of a mile long. I figured that I'd run my usual pace for the first three laps, and then for that last lap, I would just murder myself on the pavement. May as will give it everything I've got, since there's nothing after the finish line.
A lot of you who have been
following Tynan for a while probably understand by now that Tynan loves
traveling and he's also learning Japanese these days. I'm sure a lot of Tynan's
readers share a common passion for travel, and I'm sure a lot of you are either
studying or planning to study a foreign language.