For conditioning, we would run outside on the track...no matter what type of weather. I came to hate that track and everything about it. Never mind the fact that just next to the track was a cow pasture, so when the north winds came (common during the spring sports season), you'd get a whiff of methane on every half turn. Goooooo Mustangs!I had heard that many years back, my coach had died of a heart attack. I don't speak ill of the dead, but that really doesn't surprise me. You know those guys that stress you out and raise YOUR blood pressure?
That was this guy.
So, of course, my intervals brought me back to my old haunts. I've lived close to my alma mater for 5+ years now and it was only until this morning that I decided to run on that track. Not because of some sort of "reliving the past" drama. My other track is being resurfaced. Here are the results:
.25 miles - walk
.50 miles - jog - 4:19
.50 miles - run - 3:15
.50 miles - job - 4:25
.50 miles - run - 3:19
.25 miles - walk
Not overly impressive. I'm slowly getting back to where I want to be. Plus, it was like running in soup, but it got done.
*How many points for the play on words in the title? Huh?
4 comments:
He thought you were a bunch of vajayjays? Weird.
I had trouble getting past "the worst word for female genitalia," because I stopped to wonder exactly which one that was. There are quite a few that are not-so-nice.
In other news, when are you going to stop stealing your posts from Broadway musicals? (Check out the lyrics to "Nothing" from A Chorus Line).
I was more impressed with your "dead high school track coaches" tag. I hope you get to use that one again. Happy Fourh, cheers!
hahahha I didn't notice the tag until Viper pointed it out. That's classic in and of itself.
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