When I arrived at the local track, the high school band was practicing in the parking lot. Nothing new. But there was a group of parents outside the stadium setting up tables. After my first 6 laps it was dark and the band had stopped. Soon band kids (bandies) were milling around and eating ice cream.* Me, I was working hard on intervals 7 and 8.
Then the parents began to sit in the stands as the kids began walking onto the field. Best of all, the lights kicked on. Now, it is very rare you get to run on a track under the lights. That is simply something reserved for college runners and pros. And I had an audience which had nothing better do watch while the bandies took their time getting into formation.
So of course my last two laps were my fastest.
* As I left, I was offered some delicious ice cream. Sadly, I was having gi issues that made enjoying such a delectable treat impossible.
Not my track, but you get the idea.
