With the Bay to Breakers a mere 5 weeks away, it was time for some speed work, so off to the local track I went.
Memories of my high school track came flooding back as I warmed up. Familiar red cinder track crunching under my feet, I regained 35 years. Almost empty, except for one dog walker, I remembered going into oxygen debt on the 3rd lap, the elbows thrown while jockeying for position and the black spots in my eyes as I sprinted around the last curve to the homestretch. Today, I ran my intervals, not as fast as in high School or college, but the pain was oh so familiar. I could have worked at the state of the art track at the other high school in town