<p>If I hear one more missive<br /> maligning writer&#8217;s block I<br /> think I&#8217;m going to clock<br /> someone. These days, all I<br /> have are memories of just<br /> looking at the block from<br /> the side of the track or<br /> when the stars align, I<br /> feel the tightness of my<br /> hamstrings as I bow my<br /> head and push the balls of<br /> my feet back against the<br /> blocks waiting for the</p> <p>pistol shot</p> <p>to start the time trial,<br /> running only against<br /> myself and the angle of the<br /> sun.</p> 2009-11-01T17:01:59-08:00 185 2 2010-03-09T16:12:42-08:00 1 124