Course: East 6th Street Track
Lots of drama at today’s track workout.
I showed up to the track a little early to change and warm up a little. When I got there, I saw a guy I recognized from the club; it looked like he was running with a black eye at first. Then I realized there was blood trickling from under his eye and his scalp. Turns out he had just been mugged in broad daylight by some random person. Instead of doing what any sensible person would do (take care of his cuts and swollen eye) this guy’s running laps. On top of that, he wants to do the speed workout, but his cuts keep reopening and he’s bleeding all over the place. Finally, one of the other club members who is a nurse physically drags him off the track to go get ice for his eye, which is nearly swollen shut at this point. As a rule I kind of feel like runners are a little bit not right in the head, but this guy was taking it to a whole new level. I think it was his way of dealing with the shock (with some pride and male ego mixed in) – he felt like if he didn’t finish the workout, the mugger somehow “won.”
We had a different coach for today’s workout. The workout was to run five 800m intervals. I felt really strong during the first two intervals, my times were 2:57 and 2:59. Then my legs quit on me during the third one and I hit the line at 3:07, at which point the coach came over, asked me what my split was, and said, “There, you see? You just ruined your workout. You’re done. You’re not running this next one. You need to be running consistent times, or negative splits, or else the workout is useless.” I felt like a high-school kid getting chewed out by his coach. But then again, when the coach is Sid Howard, an 67 year-old who, on his 60th birthday, ran 800m (a half mile) in 2:14.75 (that’s two minutes and fourteen point seven five seconds) to capture the age group world record in that distance, a little bit of shame and a whole lot of respect for his running knowledge seems to be an appropriate response. So I jogged a lap to recover some more, and I finished the last interval in 2:54. You just don’t question a world record holder on his own turf.
After the 800m intervals, we ran 300m sprints to work on our form. Of course, I couldn’t keep up with Sid, despite the fact that he’s 37 years older than me. Most guys his age are… well, actually, I don’t know what most guys his age are doing, but certainly they’re not out on tracks blowing past young whipper-snappers less than half his age. I can only hope that I’m half as fit as he is when I hit 67.
After the 300m sprints, Sid suggested we do some field drills, like the kind I used to do in high school. In fact, field drills used to make up a significant portion of my track workouts, since I was a jumper/hurdler. So I welcomed the chance to do something that I used to be pretty good at (I was always a much better jumper than I was a runner/hurdler). After going through the series of high-knees, butt-kicks, backwards strides, cross-over steps, and bounding, I recovered some confidence and got a little boost to my ego as I discovered I’ve still got some spring in my legs and one of my fellow runners complimented me on my jumping. Maybe instead of being a runner, I should take up jumping as my athletic activity of choice. Too bad it doesn’t translate into vertical leap, otherwise I’d be a much better basketball player (setting aside my lack of ball-handling and shooting skills).


