Fartleks

As I entered the loop in the Bosques de Palermo I saw a group of runners dressed in blue moving at a good pace. Shortly thereafter I heard a man yell "Pará" and the crowd slowed to a jog. I knew immediately what they were doing and the memories flooded back. I remember the 6 AM pitch-black workouts doing laps around the football field waiting to hear Coach Morgan's whistle meaning the sprint was over. That minute sprint was one that seemed to last ages, but luckily there was the recovery period to follow. As I made my 2 laps around, I watched as that group as well as another did their fartlek training. It made me really glad that I only had 6 miles instead of that torture. And as I was on the home stretch I saw the blue blob and pushed myself to beat them up the hill. It was my attempt to make me feel not as bad for not doing the fartleks.

I have also officially signed up and received my number so there's no turning back.