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Breathing hard, I went over to the official tent, noticeably limping. I will start again. And maybe I will buy real track Since all the men ran as a heat, I was anxious to know where I stood in the shoes, something more sleek and less clunky 70-74 group. A woman studied the sheet of results and, with a big smile, than my current ones with an inch of cushionshe said that I had come in first and handed me a shiny gold medal on a ing foam. Or maybe I will save my money on red, white and blue ribbon. frippery and just enjoy myself, appreciative that As it turns out, I was the only competitor in my age group. Recounting at almost 73, I still am in good enough health to my victory many times later, I tell people that, while I won the gold, there even contemplate some sprints and not worry was no silver or bronze. about whether I would win or lose but how I Thrilled with my gold medal, I then had a decision to make. Should I would play the game. run again in the 200 meters, knowing that my time would be abominable, and I would risk a more serious injury, likely not to get better for a few months. If I scratched in the 200, how would the Great Scorer mark against my name, judging that, despite one medal, I did not play the game well? No matter how I did, I wanted to play the game well and decided to run anyway. It does not sound like a long distance – it’s just about one-eighth of a mile but, as I looked around the track, I might as well be running 10 miles since my hamstring ached, and I was stiffening in the cold. The breeze kicked up, and one of my fellow runners wondered if our times would suffer running into a headwind. I had no such worries. The woman with the bullhorn came to our group, and at “Go,” the other runners took Bill Hoover, CFO Ted Smith, CEO off, all of them quickly ahead of me. I was doing my best, but I was laboring as I willed myself around the track. Unlike with the 50 meters, I didn’t want to know my time. As I N T R O D U C I N G a matter of fact, I wanted it expunged from the record since I knew it was distressingly slow. Dejectedly, I walked back to the tent to find out. The nice woman looked through the scores and then said warmly, “You won We’re delighted to introduce our first freestanding outpatient therapy another gold,” and gave me a big hug, handlocation in Durham. So now anyone — regardless of age — can benefit ing me another medal. I felt great again. I drove home with the heater blasting from Hillcrest’s legendary physical therapy expertise. Whether you need in my silver Saab. After showering and to heal after an injury or surgery, fight disease with specialty therapies, or downing a few Advils, I went off to work to simply need more therapy after rehabilitation, think the best, think Hillcrest. regale the laboratory staff with the story of my victory. I was about to close this chapter of my life feeling good, assured that the Great Scorer would look favorably on me, when I received a letter in the mail informing me that I qualified for the finals of the North Carolina Senior Games in both the 50- and 200-meter run. Wow. Slow-me would compete for the state 919-627-6700 I HILLCRESTNC.COM/DM championship of the Senior Games. 4215 UNIVERSITY DRIVE, DURHAM, NC 27707 I am giving myself a little respite from In front of The Fresh Market and At Home shopping center training to allow my injuries to heal, and then
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