The Chase: Round 2

So a couple of weeks ago I posted about being chased around the track by my husband... well today, I got a little bit of satisfaction in being chased again...

We were at the track for our usual Thursday morning workout.  With my race this weekend, and my husband in taper for the big dance, we were taking it a little easy with an 800, a 1600, and an 800.  When we started the 1600, the only people running on the track was our group.  Halfway into my second lap, I hear footsteps gaining on me.  Thinking I am one of three people on the track, I believe that Eddie is catching me.  I believe that either I'm running pretty slowly, or Eddie has stepped up his game.  I'm thinking, Right on!  Go Eddie! 

At the start of lap 3, I get passed.  By a high school kid.  Groan.  It's not Eddie.  I look around now, and notice that the ROTC group that usually is doing calisthenics is now running on the track.  The kid continues to lay down the hammer and by the time he stops, he's put about 50 yards on me.  I cruise by him and go into my 4th and final lap.  When I pass him the next time, at the end of my 4th lap, he is leaning over the grass- vomiting?  I start my recovery.  The kid can barely stand.  He's walking slowly back to where his group has collected.  I hear him tell his buddy that he ran (presumably 800 m) as hard as he could, "all out". 

Props to the kid for laying out a smokin' 800 meters.  But, look at me!!  Not only did I maintain a hard pace for 1600, but I'm still up and running... not hurling in the grass looking like death warmed over.  Now way he could have kept up with me for that last lap.  Tee hee.  So after my big fear of being shown up by a teenager, it turns out this 30-something-year-old isn't half bad. 

We finish up our track workout and then my husband announces that Usain Bolt better look out cause we're going to run some 100 m sprints.  We set our watches and he yells GO!  We take off!  I am hauling ass down the track, feet barely touching the rubber.  I finish... 0.5 seconds behind my husband.  Who gives a flip that we would have to cut our time in half to actually come close to UB... I nearly kept up with my speedy better half!  To his credit, he smoked me on the last 100, but my legs were toast by then.  We decided we'd keep working on 100s cause you never know when the Olympic committee might need an alternate.