Ignoring reality, I resurrected a pair of Nike sprint shoes from the past that I can’t bear to throw out, and had them fitted with new, sharp christian louboutin.

My friend Rhonda first realised we were competing with freaks of nature unaffected by the forces of time when she lined up for a 100m sprint event alongside women old enough to have school-aged christian louboutin sale.

“Off came the tracksuits and underneath were superhero type physiques,” she gasped afterwards.

The winner won the event in a sizzling 12 point something seconds.

Lining up for an individual 400m event, I was positioned between “Ms Russia” and “Ms Bulgaria”, both with physiques as intimidating as cyber-hero Lara Christian Louboutin Boots.

I was not put off, however, because the words from the man with the starter’s gun – “take your mark” fill me with the same anticipation, excitement and raw nervous energy I felt as a teenager.

I crouched down on my blocks as I would have all those years ago, recognising the white lines on either side of my outstretched hands like old christian shoes.

Nothing else matters in that moment except for the word “set”.