I don’t have a lot of regrets in my life. I make decisions after careful
- Drinking….nay, LOVING Crystal Clear Pepsi: Clear, crisp, refreshment
- Buying a Playstation 3: Yeah, I don’t play it a lot, but it earned me like 5 “man cards”
- Moving to Phoenix: I’ve totally learned to love swamp ass
However, I’ve often said to my wife while reading my local hometown paper The Record Democrat (circulation 1,704) that I totally should have gone out for track while in High School. Each week I’ll turn to the sports “section” and check out the local high school sports teams. They hold their own it seems (which is certainly a nice departure from the crap bombs that we threw up when I was in high school). One thing that I’ve really started to check out are the track meet results.
This time of year there is always some sort of meet at least once a week. The paper does a good job of not only telling who won, but listing each event’s finishing times. The boy’s (guys?) times are always basically out of reach for me: ~10:45 for the 3200 (5:22 pace) but the girls are a much more achievable 11:30 (5:45 pace). I have to think that if I trained specifically for the 2 mile run I could totally be competitive for that.
So, in summary, one regret that I have is that I didn’t go out for girls track while in high school. Although, I suppose there was the whole issue with me being a boy and all. Details details.....
Looking back, do you have anything that you wished you would have done? And no, putting all of your money in Google stock doesn’t count – which would be the first thing I do should I get my hands on a flux capacitor.
My ankle is just a bit sore (maybe a 1 out of 10 on the pain-o-meter) so I abandoned any speedwork this week and am just getting in the miles. 8 yesterday at 8:03 pace and 5 today at 8:19 pace. I’ve been doing them on the treadmill so that I make sure to stay slow and not go out and blast some 7:10 miles. Yesterday’s run went really well, but today’s run was like running in the depths of hell.
For some reason, the hotel “gym” was about 90 degrees. Bleh. I propped the door open with a dumbbell but I had still successfully soaked through my shirt, underwear and shorts by the time I was done.