I always fancied myself as a terrific walker.Through the years many people have mentioned that it is difficult to keep up with my heartbreak speed.Well apparently those days are gone because yesterday while getting my ten thousand steps in people were whizzing past me.The old competitive spirit became alive and I found myself quickening my pace. Finally ahead there was an older man creeping along and I at sound barrier went past him with an air of competitive accomplishment. No sooner than this gold medal performance occurred that I broke into self laughter.The old competitive athletic Sal never quite leaves the stage and laughing at myself is always a good way to handle silly parts of our past that never really disappear.