Speed is Relative

Perhaps my new sprint-work out is having some sort of salubrious effect on my fitness-- because for a couple weeks now, twice a week I've been running four sets, 30 seconds each, where I run as fast as I can (without hurting myself . . . and I got my son Ian to accompany me on Sunday, which made me push myself a bit harder . . . although he was still much faster than me) because today at morning basketball, which was an up-and-back shitshow, I took off after a defensive rebound and received a long looping fast-break pass, that flew over the top of the last defender, and I caught it on the fly and converted the lay-up . . . the first time I've scored like that in a long time.