When they mounted their wings and took flight during my second interval, I hoped the Canada geese would be faster than I and would not shit on me.
All did go as planned last night, but my triumphant return to the track was choked by a lack of lung capacity rather than a lack of speed.
This was my first time back to the track in more than a month. I kept my pacing the same as when I was training to break an hour and 50 minutes for the half marathon -- at 3:38 to 3:48 per 800-meter repeat.
I had high hopes of six repeats, but my lungs were winded and my wheels were gone after just two. I forced one more because I'd be damned if I was going to go through all the trouble of going to the track for two measly intervals.
The pacing was suitable for this track session, but if I'm going to beat my current 5-K PR (look right), I'm going to have to stop all this squawking and step it up.