There were a bunch of spectator controls on the sprint, so I stole some photos of me attempting to run fast. I have a ways to go before I'll consider myself fast, but maybe if I don't break myself this summer, I'll be able to run as fast as I did in highschool. Which isn't the loftiest goal I've ever heard of, but I don't think I'm there yet, so it totally counts as a goal.
Punching the last control (we call it the "go control"), not hearing the beep, and turning around to get it again. Convenient that it was next to a lamp post to catch yourself.
Someday, I'll learn to run with my shoulders down.