So after a 3 year hiatus from track, Megan insisted that I join her at the GTC track practice yesterday. The last time I ran on a track was April 2005—my senior year of college at the conference track meet (I ran the 10,000 and the 5,000). Needless to say, I was a little burned out and decided to take a break from track and from running.
Megan and I have been running consistently since January, but I avoided the track. After all this time a bit of a negative mind block appeared every time I thought about track. I didn’t think I would ever want to run a track workout again, let alone voluntarily run a track workout with no race to prepare for and no scholarship on the line.
The workout was a 400, 800, 1000, 1000, 1200, 1200. By the time I got to the 1000, I was back…somehow my legs remembered the thrill of speed and the exhilaration of competition. I would think in my head only 2 laps to go…, 1 lap to go…, 200 to go…finished! The laps just melted away and before I knew it, the workout was finished. It felt AMAZING! My legs actually craved the speed…don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t easy and it did feel pretty uncomfortable, but the pain felt great! My legs actually missed the track, they missed me challenging them everyday, they missed the squishy feel of the track, the familiar turns, the white lines, the waterfall starting line, the thrill that permeates through my body in the seconds before the coach yells “GO!” I think I made a significant breakthrough yesterday—all thanks to Megan! I think I can start to call myself a runner again instead of a retired collegiate runner. I may even go to that Sunrise Run with Megan just to test out my new legs!
The workout was great, and it’s good to be back!
Next week I think I’ll have to drag Megan to track practice, and maybe I can get a little of my optimism to rub off on her!
~Running Buddy (AKA sunshine to Megan’s cloud)