Well it's blizzarding in Boston - who wuda thunk it? It goes all winter without so much as a dusting and then bam. March is here and, finally, so is the snow. I doubt it'll stick around long enough for me to use my new skis but hey, at least snow looks nice. It gives the city a sort of semi-clean, pretty lens....until it turns grey and gross and I have to tromp across the BU bridge a mile to class and then sit through an hour and a half of lecture soaking wet and shivering...oh and my Columbia winter boots? Make me look like an australopithecus. Or a winter version of an Amazon woman.
AKA... like I slayed an elk and stuck it on my foot.
...anyway.
Today I was so die-hard about getting back on my running schedule I ignored the fact that I still have a little chest congestion and the fact that it's a white out and went for a nice jog over to my new favorite place to do track workouts - the Fens.
You might ask...why go all the way to the Fens? What's more fun than doing a track workout in the TTC- where you're guaranteed to get dizzy from the 200m track, get hit by lacrosse balls, be forced to jump/dive/dart around the ultimate frisbee team, and develop track-hack post workout? Oh and be embarrassed off the track by the actual track team members, who do 400s in the same amount of time you do your 200s?
And I will answer...doing a workout on a 'rubberized' track that's missing a lane, that's also actually 9m longer than the standard 400m track, outside in the snow and wind, while darting your eyes suspiciously around the semi-sketchy park to make sure a homeless man isn't going to jump out of the bushes and steal your iPod.
You might also ask me why I don't do my track workouts on my very own BU track, located conveniently 100 feet from my front door. Two words, my savvy friend: wind tunnel. Well, I guess 2 more words: baseball players (you know, the ones with baseballs. I swear they hit them at the runners on purpose...they may apologize profusely, but I see right through them. And their white baseball pants.)
I'll take iPod stealing homeless men over angry frisbee players and wind strong enough to rip the top layer of your skin off any day...even if it involves doing 810m repeats as opposed to 800m repeats.
I might even make it a weekly habit.
I'm just happy I have the rest of the day to take the world's hottest shower, change into my moose pajamas and curl up with my math homework.
AKA... like I slayed an elk and stuck it on my foot.
...anyway.
Today I was so die-hard about getting back on my running schedule I ignored the fact that I still have a little chest congestion and the fact that it's a white out and went for a nice jog over to my new favorite place to do track workouts - the Fens.
You might ask...why go all the way to the Fens? What's more fun than doing a track workout in the TTC- where you're guaranteed to get dizzy from the 200m track, get hit by lacrosse balls, be forced to jump/dive/dart around the ultimate frisbee team, and develop track-hack post workout? Oh and be embarrassed off the track by the actual track team members, who do 400s in the same amount of time you do your 200s?
And I will answer...doing a workout on a 'rubberized' track that's missing a lane, that's also actually 9m longer than the standard 400m track, outside in the snow and wind, while darting your eyes suspiciously around the semi-sketchy park to make sure a homeless man isn't going to jump out of the bushes and steal your iPod.
You might also ask me why I don't do my track workouts on my very own BU track, located conveniently 100 feet from my front door. Two words, my savvy friend: wind tunnel. Well, I guess 2 more words: baseball players (you know, the ones with baseballs. I swear they hit them at the runners on purpose...they may apologize profusely, but I see right through them. And their white baseball pants.)
I'll take iPod stealing homeless men over angry frisbee players and wind strong enough to rip the top layer of your skin off any day...even if it involves doing 810m repeats as opposed to 800m repeats.
I might even make it a weekly habit.
I'm just happy I have the rest of the day to take the world's hottest shower, change into my moose pajamas and curl up with my math homework.
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