Yodel it from the top of Mount Hamilton. I've started a blog. I'm now part of an exclusive club that contains just about everybody. Fuck it. I did it anyway.
Tonight I set foot on a real track for a real workout for the first time in almost two years. As part of my push to get back into racing shape before I hit 40, I've been going to the dirt track at Nimitz Elementary for some interval training. On my way there tonight, I took a little detour over to Fremont High School to see if there was some way I could run on their brand new, all-weather, rubberized 400m track. Sure enough, there was an open gate, so without even having to hop a fence, I did my intervals there instead.
The workout: 4 by 1 mile (1600m, actually), with a 400m recovery jog. That's all. That's plenty right now. I did the 'miles' in 5:44,5:39,5:43, and 5:39. I used to be able to go much faster, but I also used to be younger, lighter, and childless. I'm okay with being slow.
The track itself is wonderful. It's soft and forgiving on old bones like mine. It's well lit. There was nobody else on it except for a couple of students out for a romantic walk (sorry to ruin the mood with my loogies, kids). It's new so there are no potholes. It's metric so it's a little shorter than the track at De Anza, which makes my times seem a little less glacial than they actually are. I'll certainly be back there next week.
That'll have to do for my first post. My 19-month-old son is coughing up a lung so I gotta wrap things up. Yay, blogging!
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