(Oh really? yes, really.)
At this point in life, I had run a good 6-ish races. Times were going up, too.
So one night when Colin was over for supper, I asked him how to run faster. And this is what he told me:
"The only way to run faster, is to run faster."
My internal reaction was like "oh pish-posh."
This wasn't exactly the answer I was looking for. No, I was hoping for some magic spell that would make me just go fast. Without the work of actually going fast. And needless to say, I ignored what he said for the next two years.
But in the end, he was right.