With my running clothes on, I threw YaYa’s bike into the van and drove off to pick up BoBo at football practice. Usually by 6:30 pm, BoBo is standing in the pick-up circle waiting for me. Today, he was not there. I pulled into the front lot of the school; we got out, and walked to the weight room. There was nobody there so we walked to the back of the school where the football field and track are located. Football practice was still in full steam ahead.
Since there was no sign of football practice ending any time soon I figured that I would just do my run on the track instead. I invited YaYa to run around the track with me. As we ran, the practice continued on the infield. I could hear BoBo’s voice calling out, “Blue 42 – Blue 42…” I just focused on the run. I reminded myself to be “present”…not at work, not blogging, not anywhere else. Just focus…run in circles…and focus.
Here was today’s workout (without my GPS or even a watch).
Warm up:
– YaYa and I ran one lap together at an easy pace.
– Then I ran a lap and he sat down.
– YaYa ran the next lap with me still at an easy pace.
– Then he sat out a lap.
After this warm up mile, I wanted to do a little speed work (sort of).
– YaYa and I did the next lap together.
– We ran fast on the straights and jogged the curve.
– I did the next lap alone keeping the same fast straight / slow curve pattern.
– I was joined by YaYa again for the subsequent lap and then did the next lap alone.
Then, I ran one final mile, in the opposite direction, as a cool down while YaYa joined the coach’s daughter in doing the long jump.
By the time I was finished, football practice was finally over.
You could say that we ran circles around the football players…ALL of them.
YaYa says
Is that kid YaYa a long-jump athlete guy?
Susan says
“Run in circles and focus” – I may have to borrow that mantra.
Robb says
Looks like a beautiful track. I poke about on a dirt track…I would love to run on a rubberized surface.
Do you find the track sort of boring? I sure do. I much prefer running the roads or trails.
Dori says
YaYa sounds like quite the athlete. That little blogger YaYa sure is getting around–now he’s even leaving comments on your site. :-)
Way to take advantage of free time. “Oh. I have to wait? No problem, I’ll just run 3 miles around the track because I just happen to have my running clothes on.” I admire your efficiency.
Juls says
Robb: Yes, running on the track can be boring but I just make do. The mantra helps (Susan). It was more of play time than a workout for part of it. The sprints with YaYa were just shy of “my” sprint because it is more fun for him if he wins each race.
Dori: YaYa does seem to get along. I was in my running clothes to run 4 miles on the bike trail after dropping Conor at home. The track worked okay.
Thank you, YaYa, Dori, Robb & Susan for visiting the new blog.
Donald says
I guess I’m kind of the opposite – I actually like having the football team (or anybody else) practicing on the infield when I’m at the track. I enjoy the distraction of watching what they’re doing.
Juls says
Donald: My son gave me a hard time for not looking over and watching him. Go figure. If I had been watching, he might have been embarassed that his Mom wasn’t with the rest of the parents just sitting there on the sidelines wondering when the practice was going to end.
Susan: the track in the photo isn’t our track. I found the photo online.
21stCenturyMom says
Running circles around the football team, eh? You don’t get to say that every day! I did a track workout today and although it can be both boring and hard it is satisfying in its own masochistic way. I’m sure I would have had more fun if I had a cute boy at my side.
Juls says
21CM: I don’t know about it being more fun with a cute boy at my side. It’s a distraction; I can’t just let go and really work it as easily. I need to stop to check on him, and keep him entertained. Today, I will probably be working out with him again as I didn’t run at lunch. Probably the bike chase that I didn’t do the other day. YaYa is a cutie and it is fun to encourage him.