Season’s Greetings

Backpack loaded with two hardboiled eggs, 20oz of Gatorade, keys, spikes, and long sleeve. Out the door and wearing too much gear, sweat and humidity smoosh. Sticky and eight minutes into the run, we strip down the extra layers leaving them as make shift scarecrows casually sprawled over the chain link fence running the perimeter of Bangor’s track. Against the grain and against the fence we continue a casual warm up clockwise around the outside lane of the track. The humidity, gathering school kids, and melodic nature of today’s warm up brings a fact forefront; outdoor track is in full swing.