Tuesday, January 14, 2014

A Piece of Today...

Its 3:30 and its time to get started. I put on my Nikes and I lace them up tight. I check the weather to gage what I should put on, and today it's pretty chilly, but not so cold that I need a hat to cover my ears. I throw a jacket on and run out the door of the EOU women's track and field locker room. The door slams behind me signaling that I am on my way.

My team awaits, standing on that magnificent surface that all sprinters have dreams about. Today is considered our "easy" day of training, but I always seem to question the easy part. Every Tuesday its the same thing. We all know the drill. Warm up for fifteen minutes, hurdle drills for seven minutes, workout for twenty minutes, strengthening circuit for ten minutes and stretching for another ten minutes. 

Before I knew it practice was over!

Where did the time go? I feel so accomplished and so refreshed. My stresses have been stripped away and my body feels good. I have come to realize that my relationship for this sport is very much Love /Hate. I think that this is the way running is for many. They go through the pain to feel that gain! My passion for running is growing as I sit here and reflect on my practice today. I am realizing that running is not just about running, it is way more than that. Who would have thought!


  1. Nice poem Ms. Booth! I liked how out took something you do every day and gave it some in depth thought. I wish I could find the same motivation to run!

  2. I like how you organized this slice - you got me out on the track with you, then brought me your perspective and left me thinking, mmm, maybe I should go for a real run.

  3. Thank you for sharing! I have never been able to run due to health issues and this gave me a good window into what it is like to be part of a track team. Thank you! :)

  4. That love/hate relationship is so true or athletes, and there are no easy days! But oh the feeling of a great workout accomplished. Thanks or sharing this. I could feel the cold and hear the slam of the door that signaled you have committed to the work.