There is a saying in running: "speed is lust; distance is love." I think that also sums up the personalities of each type of runner. At the track tonight I was side-swiped by a sprinter at top speed. I guess once you get going, you can’t stop very well. There was some kind of argument with the sprinter's coach and our coach, the sprinter's coach was really pissed off. Apparently we weren’t keeping out of their way to his satisfaction. I couldn't really understand what they were saying, but while the sprinter was getting angrier and angrier, our coach just kind of brushed him off. It was rather amusing.
I've come to realize that if I want to complete a marathon, I'm going to have to run it slow. This is kind of sucks because I don't really run all that fast to begin with. But sometimes you have to take it easy if you’re in for the long haul. And now I have a trainer to push me when I need it. Today was the first really hard track workout I have had, and there is no way I would have done it on my own. I ran 3 X 1000 meter repeats at peak speed. I feel tired, but proud that I pushed as hard as I did. Tomorrow I can relax!
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