The smell of wet rubber appeals to me, takes me to my fast days, and today offered the thrill of a lost joy recovered, except I felt terrible warming up and later simply quit, unaccustomed as I am to acute anaerobic discomfort.
I walked and jogged a mile at the North Little Rock High track, as rainwater evaporated around me, in 12 minutes. My plan was to run 5X1000 meters with three-minute, 200-meter walks for intervals, with an idea to run the first in five minutes and chop 10 seconds off on each of the next four. I ran three in 4:54.1, 4:46.7, and 4:37.0. Breathing hard three minutes after the third, I decided to run the fourth easily, but went through 200 in 55 and quit. Next time I will be smarter, and braver. Still, I am somewhat pleased, happy to have made the attempt.
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Maybe next time Elaine's fast friend will be there. What was her name? Tammy Walther?
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