I started week two on Monday, and it went reasonably well. A little harder than week one (how depressing is it that running for 90 seconds could possibly be in any way a challenge?), but not overly difficult. My leg muscles felt it a bit, but I never got seriously out of breath or felt like I wouldn't be able to finish. After the last interval, I could pretty easily have run some more, so I'm confident that I'll be able to proceed to week three without any difficulty next week.
Running on a military base is pretty entertaining. When I was in Minnesota, I ran on a public path around a lake, and the people-watching there was pretty good (lots of dogs, including one pair of shih tzus who were always pushed around in a stroller), but running on base is totally different. This week
my worst nightmare a niggling worry was realized when I found myself on the track at the same time as an army division doing PT. I was unconcerned at first, since they seemed to be staying in the middle of the field, which was nice - nothing makes a run go by faster than watching short-shorts-wearing Army dudes doing calisthenics. When I reached the other side of the track, though, I foolishly quit paying attention to them. My lack of attention (and overly loud ipod) was rewarded by nearly being trampled by the whole pack running up behind me. Naturally, I moved over into the grass until they were past and then promptly turned to go the opposite way and put as much distance between us as possible.
Despite the overall lack of damage, I think tonight I should probably turn the volume down so I have a little advance warning. Nothing against the Army, but I felt like a pudgy zebra about to be trampled by a stampede of oddly stealthy wildebeests.
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