I would have stopped at the gravel. 2nd to last isn't worth a lifetime of foot problems. Maybe that's what I'm doing in this thread; running on gravel. You're all making vagina jokes and I'm trying to offer some code that might help someone eventually.
Perhaps you are right, Sandy. Maybe I should have quit when the going got tough. It would have been the easy thing to do. But you know what, only a few minutes earlier I had seen
Johnny Gordy running a trail in the distance with all his heart. He was quite openly teased by others for his weight, and him joining the running team was only fuel to that fire of ridicule. He never gave up, and I guess that part rubbed off on me. Flash forward to today, and Gordy is fit, trim, served time in Iraq (I believe in the Air Force but I could be wrong) and now is a full time firefighter. In complete seriousness, the man is an inspiration and hero to me. Well, I guess I could see something in him even back then. I just couldn't give up so easily knowing Gordy was not giving up.
Maybe you have seen the movie Kill Bill Part 2. Black Mamba, played by Uma Thurman at one point gets buried alive and thinks back to her days training martial arts under the master Pai Mei. Now Pai Mei was a real ---tallywhacker---. He called her names all day and told her how pathetic she was. Deep down, Pai Mei saw the hidden talent, and was only doing what he was doing to push her to the right path. He has forced her to repeatedly punch a wood board from only an inch away, her knuckles raw and bloody, her hand pulsing in pain. Perhaps that was what my coach was trying to do for me. Years later, that painful training saved her life, as she used her skill to break out of the coffin she was nailed into. Maybe my running coach was like Pai Mei. I know he saw potential in me, but I was never a top contender on the team. I think it may have been a push to make me better. When I think back to my days as a runner on that day. I can't remember the pain anymore, the embarrassment and the anger washed away as well. I do still feel pride for my accomplishment, and until you mentioned it just now, I never ever thought of myself as second to last place. I thought of myself more as "Going the distance" as Rocky Balboa would put it.
Now thinking about it that way, maybe your analogy of you running on gravel is spot on. Here you stand, your ideas challenged and you feel as if you are being personally insulted. But maybe, just maybe you are encountering some of the Pai Mei's of your life. They may seem rough, insulting and unapologetic, but hopefully you will see someday that their purpose here isn't to bring you down, but rather understand that they are masters in the art of arcade building, and they believe in your enough to leave you to decide whether you want to give up the race or take on that gravel road no matter how shoeless your feet may be.