Yesterday I did something I never want to do again. I ran 18miles around the track. Translated into the metric system, that’s about 29km.
Let’s do some math.
4.25 laps = 1km. 4.25 X 30 = 127.5 laps. Gah!
Not that I counted. Instead I ran for time. In fact, I probably ran more than 18miles. It was probably almost 20miles, being that I ran for 2 hours and 50 mins (oui, 2:50).
Amelia joined me for a bit of that run. Thanks, friend! And other than that it was me and my iPod. Oh, and the annoying lady who kept running the opposite way on the track. (Is it alright that I purposely tried to run into her every time she would run by me?) Not to worry, in another post I will talk track etiquette.
Now if only the snow would melt… and the temperature would shift to, I dunno, WARMish. Is that too much to ask for?
All in all, I’m pretty proud with myself for sticking to that run, considering my original plan was to run half inside and the other half outside. I guess after the 75th lap I convinced myself that it would be easier to just run it all inside. And I guess it was? It’s easy to talk yourself into things when semi-delusional.
The best part about this run is that NO run inside will ever seem long again.
In the meantime, I’ll patiently wait to get back outside and run in my new tights. I’ll let you know if they’re worth purchasing.
Do you even like the track?
Have you ever had to battle the ‘you’re running the wrong direction’ person at the track?