When I showed up at WC Henderson HS at 5:45AM today, I thought that just maybe I would feel the bounce I needed to get myself back in gear. It would never come.
I arrived later than usual. As I jogged around the track gingerly, I heard someone mention that today was the mile time trial. I then remember it was this time last year that I did a time trial, running close to 5:00. I continued to jogged, knowing that I would not be ready by the time they hit the starting line. Forget about the reality that my hamstring would prevent me from participating anyway. It's funny how life works. I hemmed and hawed about whether I should bring my racing flats with me to Henderson. I opted against it, figuring that I would do little that would require them. As it turned out, today would have otherwise been a good day to bring them. However, bringing them would have seduced me into running the time trial for which I am not ready. So, I just jogged and cheered on my fellow athletes, who are so dedicated to run hard at 6AM week in and week out! John Manion and younger John would break 5:00, with the help of Scott Burns who was their rabbit through 3 laps. John Callahan would run 5:10 or so, and Barry 5:22. I am missing plenty others. In fact, there were two heats: one for plus-6:00 and one for sub-6:00.
All I could do was watch and stretch tight, sluggish legs. Afterwards the crew ran 4x200. I tried one on my own and ran 40 seconds! Holy crap! I felt like I was going at 33-second pace! I have lost more than a step; I have lost a staircase. And my season is on the line.
I just hope the workout this Saturday brings me the satisfaction I so desperately need.
Played tennis in the evening against Rich G. Had a good 1st set. Bombed sets 2 and 3.
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