Bredin on Running & Training

MY CAREER AS AN ATHLETE. 123 alone, after a good race for about 390 yards, in 49! sees . Subsequently I was persuaded to start for the final 300. A. J. Gould and one or two other good sprinters had won their heats in the latter event, and I felt tired out when fifty yards from home, and at that point considerably behind the leaders, who were all of a bunch, when suddenly I found myself amongst them, and, struggling in the last few yards, just got up to break the worsted. Never before or after have I had a like experience, for the leaders seemed all to slacken by clockwork; it was not that I spurted, for I had given up any idea of winning, and really did not feel fresh enough to stick to the work, but was, no doubt, owing to the fact that the other competitors were sprinters, and happened by chance to have all run themselves out some twenty yards from the tape. The time of this final was slow-I believe thirty-three seconds. A. J. Gould's name leads one to refer to a subject that has always seemed to me a very curious one. In my football days-and I have played the carrying game on the classic Rectory Field, under the shadows of the Rocky Mountains, and once, but once only, on a ground as hard as adamant, in the broiling heat of a tropical sun in Colombo. Now, Colombo, take it all round, is very nearly as hot as Aden, and no doubt some of my readers remember the chestnut concerning an old inhabitant of this coal-hole who, after death, complained bitterly of the chilly atmosphere in the infernal regions, and begged to be supplied with a couple of blankets. Well, as I was endeavouring to say, even when fit, I used to be played out before the