I feared the verdict of the watch, where I either lost the race against time that day or would lose it soon by making the record even harder to break. The time trap had snapped shut.

Ours is a life of constant reruns. We're always circling back to where we'd we started, then starting all over again. Even if we don't run extra laps that day, we surely will come back for more of the same another day soon.

This act demonstrates graphically a turning away the past and moving ahead. You now get to refresh your time in a friendly way by running with the watch instead of against it or away from it.

All is to be feared where all is to be lost

The day I pitched, I would drink either 'cause I was celebrating or I lost and couldn't sleep.

I never lost a freestyle race. Never. Not even in the YMCA.