Just for fun I thought I’d throw this out – what’s the best run you’ve ever had?I still remember mine from my first season of running cross country as a 13-year-old high school freshman. I had always done pretty well when we had to run a timed mile in middle school gym class, but I had never run competitively and the only reason I was doing cross country that fall was because my high school required us to do a sport each season. About midway through the season, I showed up on a rainy Saturday afternoon to a practice that I didn’t know was "optional" until I got there. The only other three guys there were the top three guys on the varsity, including the defending individual state champ, and a pair of juniors. I was just a lowly JV newbie.I wanted to bail, but they made it clear I had better just stop talking and HTFU so off we went for a four-mile run, 2 miles out and 2 miles back. I hung with them for the first mile-plus, but then they began to pick up the pace and off they went. We were running a hilly, forested route and pretty soon I couldn’t see them, though I was happy to see I wasn’t all that far behind when they passed me after the turnaround point.Then, somewhere around the 2.5 mile mark, I realized that I felt good, or even great, actually. I was moving faster, my breathing wasn’t labored. And so I decided I better hurry up and run as fast as I could for as long as that good feeling lasted. I’ve always loved running in the rain, and the woods with the water dripping off the leaves reminded me of the running I’d done the previous summer and made me feel a little buoyant.I knew I was running fast, faster than I’d ever run before. The route ended with a long uphill section up the school’s main driveway, and the good feeling finally wore off about a third of the way up. But I wanted to finish strong, kind of hoping that maybe at least one of the older guys would have stuck around to see me finish. Instead, as I came around the final turn on the uphill, I saw that the two juniors – who were always in competition with each other – must have raced each other to the finish and were still standing there waiting for the state champ to finish up and join them. Because he was still running, less than a hundred yards in front of me!At that point, there was no longer any question that I was going to finish strong. As state champ guy finished, one of the other two kind of lifted his chin and pointed my way, and I can still picture their expressions of muted surprise as I came trucking up hard on their heels. For them, it was just an easy four-miler and they would have dusted me if it had been a race, but for me it was the first time I believed I was actually fast enough to be good. I would go on to win a couple of races and get All-League as a junior (before quitting as a senior to play on the reject football squad, but that’s another story) but 25 years later, the feeling I had on those last two inbound miles and the looks on the faces of those older, faster guys are my favorite memory of my running "career."