From running log:
Cross country practice, ran 3.8 miles, including a set of 440s run at 60-64 seconds on the grass field. Hot, humid, 89F. Todd looked strong today in the intervals, amazing. I tightened up. Still hitting the whirlpool.
30 years later:
Did I really run those in 60-64 seconds? I find it hard to believe. Coaches were smart: measured them a bit short, I'm sure.
I was still stinging from the inaccurate article in the previous day's paper, and the non-stop razzing of my teammates. I deserved it, of course. On a more serious note, I was worried that I'd provided bulletin board material for my rivals. "So, Hegley wants conference? When he hasn't ever won a race before? Well, we'll just see about that!" Part of knowing how to deal with the press includes knowing how to manipulate the quotes so that you don't provide motivation for your opponents; it's better to lull them into over-confidence. Stupid me.
Todd Crary floated through this workout on a plane above the rest of us. When he got up on his toes and opened the throttle, he could motor, especially on fresh grass. It was a hot night, and we were all a bit toasted following the workout. I'm not sure the whirlpool was helping my knee much, but the cool water certainly felt good.
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