The crewcut boy and the ponytailed girl occupy lanes 4 and 5 on the dark track tonight, chatting as they jog. Speedwork produces an almost-identical average pace: I pass them during 200m sprints, and they trot by during my recovery walks. Another young fellow is doing 400m repeats. "Good job!" I compliment him, and he reciprocates. During my penultimate repeat he asks if I'd like to partner for a lap; I apologize and decline, explaining that I feel obligated to finish the series I've started. He leaves before I can mention the Marine Corps Marathon coming up on Sunday. The Garmin GPS records splits in seconds of 48 + 45 + 43 + 43 + 43 + 43 + 43 + 44 + 43 + 44, nicely consistent. Runkeeper roughly concurs.
^z - 2012-11-13