Well that race was one of the funniest races that I had ever ran, and I don't think that I'll forget it anytime soon. Our team managed to be way back in last place by the time I got the baton, which was probably because the relay was being run by a bunch of distance runners. The lead runner was finishing the race moments after I started, and I found myself on the track practically alone. It was dark, the stadium lights were glowing, and the cheers had come to a sudden hush. Inside at that moment I was laughing to myself that in my last high school race and I was going to come in last and get the pity clap, but I savored every moment of that last lap.
So my relay didn't make it to state, and I was D.E.A.D. last but I ran my fastest 400 ever and cherish that last lap more then any other running moment. It was just me against the track and I could have chosen to throw in the towel and but instead I chose to take that baton and run my heart out and leave it all on the track.
In the nine years since that night I have never ventured back to the track to run. I have always done my repeats by other unique methods, and I have just felt like my memory is too sacred to tarnish my good feelings. A few weeks ago I decided that it was time to make it back, and wanted tomorrows workout of 25x400's, at my projected 8k pace for the Shamrock Shuffle on April 10th, to be my first workout back on the track.
Nervousness is filling my heart not because I fear that this workout will get the best of me, but because I want my memories to be preserved and intact. Realistically after tomorrow will I forget about my experience 9 years ago? No. But my mind is crazy. This year my goal was to challenge myself and spice up my training, so that is my plan. Tomorrow I'm going to attack this workout and create a new chapter of memories for my adult life.