|I have "often" down.
Working on "well."
Back in 1984 or so–one of my childhood Olympic Games–I was watching the end of the women's marathon with my dad. The winner crossed the finish line, verified she was the winner, and then went on running for a few yards more.
"Why is she doing that?" I said. "Wouldn't she want to stop?"
"You can't run that far and just stop," Dad said. "You have to stop slowly."
While I've never run a marathon–my gym teachers were lucky if I did the required number of laps around the track–I sympathize with that feeling.