It often calms me to recall childhood memories, which is likely why I have written this blog for so long. I am a high strung person by nature who needs the occasional non-caloric, non-pharmacological relief to sooth my everyday anxieties. A pleasant memory, however much it might have been changed by my recall, is a grand tonic that is sold in no store or mixed by any mixologist.
The picture below is not one of the pleasant memories that serves to sooth. This particular Kodak is of a scorching hot Memorial Day in 1978. With the sunning beating down and the temperature in the 90s, the lead participants ran the first mile in under 5 minutes. For some reason beyond the kin of my recollection I was in that lead group. Considering the fact we had 5 more miles to run our initial burst of optimistic speed was an ominous sign. People who ran more slowly also felt the stress and one of my teachers at RHS literally collapsed and was taken to the hospital. Needless to say, the appeal of running races was lost on me forever after. The number 909 finished well out of the race and I never competed with an "R" on my chest again.
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