FYI: If you don’t know this, an 800 is the same as saying an 800 meter run which is the equivalent of a half-mile run which is the equivalent of 2 laps on a track (not an indoor track if you’re one of those wierdos (I don’t know how you run indoors) an outdoor track). And if you don’t know what a track is, it’s that large circular path (usually the color black (but it could be red, brown, or it could be made of concrete) and made of millions upon millions of cut up rubber) that you can find outside any of your local high schools or colleges. Okay now we’re good. Oh yeah and I generally run four 800’s every other Monday at about a 3 minute and 8 second pace (if that means anything to you and if it doesn’t that’s okay because it isn’t really important to this little blurp I’ve written). Okay now I’m done.

A Moment in My Mind During an 800

Around, around, around.

Just keep going left.

Just keep breathing.

Think about something else.

Oh, I know, maybe a song!

“Isn’t anyone out there because it’s getting harder and harder to breathe”

Oookay new song

“He’s racin and pacin and plotting the course…”

Wait, the track, plotting the track

Oh God, a stitch!

Don’t stop, don’t stop or he’ll see, he’ll see my precious.

“Whooaa we’re halfway there, whooaa we’re living on a prayer!”

Ain’t that the truth.

Hold up a sec, today’s Monday, NEW AMSTERDAM BABY!!

Hey, hey slow down, going to fast

8 seconds later…

Too slow, TOO SLOW!

Speed, I am Speed

And it burns my lungs to be Speed so now I am dying.

Coach don’t look, I’m dying

Stitch tearing

Breath slowing

Lights dimming

Death nearing

Finish line…

Not

Even

Close.

No!

No, I will not give up!

(Tim Allen impersonation) Never give up, never surrender!

“MOVE ALONG, MOVE ALONG LIKE I KNOW YOU DO

AND EVEN IF ALL HOPE IS GONE MOVE ALONG MOVE ALONG JUST TO MAKE IT THOURGH!!”

Finish line! sob and thank God

I’m going to lie down on that nice springy grass.

“Coach? Can we cut a deal?”

His laugh, my doom.

Now we’ll start all over again. sigh