Gahlee, man there's nothing like it. It's something about the adrenaline rush you get kneeling on the track, down in the starting blocks with seconds of space between where you're starting and aim to finish. Forget about all the cheers and jeers from the crowd, because as loud as they are, that pressure cant bury the deafening silence in your own head. First, there's nothing. Then there are instructions you don't hear but react to. Then there's the gun. Then there's the finish line. In all the excitement about being done, nowhere in your mind do you remember the start of the race, because what they say is probably true “ It’s not about how you start, it’s about how you finish.” If it’s the 400-meter sprint, that completely true, but if it’s the 400-meter hurdles… Then starts do matter. After the race we just ran through, we know this isn't a clear sprint, and that starts are important… will you be ready to jump that first hurdle?