How I beat 10-year-old speedster for dream end to 2013 season
It’s official. I’m a fifth-grader in terms of speed. On Saturday, the Red and Black All-Comers Meet at San Diego State University charged $10 for all-you-can-eat competition. I got my money’s worth in the 60-meter dash. Held in cool temps (about 55 degrees) with the clouds about to open, my heat pitted me against a pair of grade-schoolers. The spikes-wearing lad in Lane 4 got the jump on me and led for at least 30 meters, but I bore down, lengthened my stride and prevailed by a couple feet. I was ecstatic, and dozens of bleacher creatures went wild upon my dip-at-the-tape effort. I yelled “59! 59!” and the third-place kid, possibly irked at my hot-dogging, said: “What does 59 mean?” I shared the news with glee at home, and wrote to meet director Rick Reaser for the phototimer shot. Rick gave me the address of timer Jim Waters, who graciously provided this image for the ages. Now my goal is to work on speed â€” so I can beat a sixth-grader next time. My fantasy: The runner-up becomes Olympic champ.