I Raced a 15-Year-Old Yesterday — And Won
Yesterday, I did something I probably had no business doing. I raced a 15-year-old. And I won. Now, before anyone calls Child Protective Services because a grown man is out here destroying teenagers’ athletic dreams, hear me out. The race itself lasted only a few seconds. But what it represented to me was much bigger. Sometimes You Need to Test the Machine As we get older, something strange happens. People begin telling us what we’re supposed to feel like. You’re getting older. Slow down. Take it easy. You can’t do what you used to do. Your best years are behind you. And if you hear that enough, eventually you can start believing it. Yesterday reminded me that the human body—and more importantly, the human mind—doesn’t always have to follow the timetable society creates for us. I didn’t line up against that 15-year-old thinking I had something to prove to her. I had something to prove to myself . Can I still move? Can I still compete? Is the engine still there...