So today I called Coach Pat with questions, and he told me with a chuckle that the 5×800 at 4:15 was meant to be paced at half a mile, meaning that my times were definitely not slower, but certainly a mite bit too fast. I felt like an idiot, which has taught me thus to never be afraid of asking your coach questions. He/She’s there for a reason, and you’re paying them to help you get better…how can they do that if you aren’t willing to give them feedback?
So, today I will be doing 10 sets of hill repeats. It was supposed to be at Cat Hill in Central Park, a route that even till today I have not run (or I probably have, but just nodded and followed along with everybody else–like a lemming eagerly anticipating what’ll happen if I hop over the edge of that cliff). I find myself at odds with the great park, mainly because it took me 4 years of working in the city to realize what the hell the transverses were only last year, and that I’ve been calling them everything BUT transverses.
The following was a typical conversation between me and a few students (or colleagues, the people are interchangeable here):
“Where are we running today?” Inquired the enthusiastic runner.
“Oh,” I hesitated. “That uh–road, path, thing–that cuts across the park.”
“Sure, why not.”
As I continue to assistant Coach runs nowadays, though, my confidence in knowing Central Park is steadily growing, although I still probably wouldn’t run through some of the lesser known routes without company. It’s still certainly better than my knowledge of anything related to Brooklyn (my second most frequented borough next to Manhattan, but even far less familiar). Don’t even get me started on anything south of Houston.