The officials gathered at Reggie Lewis en masse tonight. It was some sort of officiating training for the regulators of this upcoming T&F season. So they were sitting in a group on the bleachers discussing things of an officiating nature as Jen and I warmed up.
After the warm up they had broken into groups going over different arenas of the sport led by instructors. During Jen’s first bout she had to yell “Track!” a few times to get a clear way through as one group of 15-20 milled onto the track. They were switching stations to learn about another facet of the sport, not paying heed to basic track and road etiquette; look both ways.
Anyway, after that run in the groups had finished switching and the track was clear for a while. Then Jen had finished her fourth or fifth 1000 and a group of ten or so teammates took off together. I was doing a stride and then hear Jen yelling loudly, “Track!”
I turn my head to see this group of runners deep into their sets, out of breath, 30 or so Meters from a crowd of people that are oblivious to their consuming exertion. “Track!”, I boom adding my call to Jen’s repeating one. The officials jumped like water dropped on an oily hot skillet. The hammer head of runners parted the crowd of officials. For at least some of those learners today, as far as paying attention to runners working out, it will probably be their last call
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