about age 10- 12 my father would wake me up 3:00am sometimes, before he went to work at the test-site. To have us run (me and my brothers) 3- 3.5 miles with him, 2- 3 times a week... In one of those later yrs, me and him were running alone; I was kind of in a selfish time, Not the best attitude, unappreciative... And after a couple miles, he kind of bumped me off balance, playfully, kindof into the sprinklers,.. Smiling at me in the dark. and then he did it again and said, can you keep a secret,.. I looked over and said yeah; Like -Whatever man... you know. "can you keep a secret?" and I said yeah man what, what is it? -irritated. I could still see him smiling looking over at me (from my peripheral) he said, breath control.

"breath control" -suckas!

you breathe in your stomach, like when You're sleeping. (as opposed to breathing up top in your chest) makes trapped air pockets, bottom of your lungs; when the oxygen gets absorbed, turns to monoxide / dioxide. gives the sharp pain "cramps." you have to exhale (push) real hard –from your diaphragm, Deep in your gut, like a boxer. huh huh huh fast, deep. almost like you're getting hit in the stomach, pushing everything out real hard a few times and they disappear... into thin air

At the end we would start easing in picking it up into A Stretch full Sprint for the last 100 yards