Big Sur is just around the corner and an essential workout sat on my training schedule for today: Yasso 800’s. There’s just something about the final set of Yasso’s that I cannot pass up — even if I’ve not done much track work for the season. It’s like the 20 mile long run. It must be done.
And so, at lunch time, I attempted to quickly satisfy my hunger (but not fill up) with a handful of dark chocolate covered espresso beans with hopes of being able to lasso a set of ten Yasso 800’s.
I wasn’t the only one at the community college track though. At the far end of the track, a PE class swarmed all but the outer-most lane. Hoping that I wouldn’t be asked to show my student ID, I forced down my frustration and made my way through the crowd of 20 somethings.
The teacher was calling out the instructions for a timed 1-mile run. They were off running, walking, and everything in between just as I finished off my 1st 800. I watched them go by during the walking portion of my recovery lap, then passed them as I jogged the lap’s remainder.
By the time I kicked off my 2nd 800, the majority of the class was walking. They looked on as I passed, making comments about my speed or the number of laps I’d run. But they kept walking. I guess it takes a whole lot more to inspire the young into action. I offered words of encouragement as I passed those who were running. I’m pretty sure I heard a few groans of gratitude.
