Friday, February 06, 2004

The Amazing Race

I run at the Y quite a bit during the winter months. It sucks, but running outside woud suck worse right now. The problem is that you've got two equally unpleasant choices for Y-running: the treadmill and the track

I really don't like the treadmill. Running itself can be sort of boring (although in pleasant conditions, it can be a good sort of boring), but treadmill-running for anything longer than a mile is just short of mind-killing. I've tried headphones, but that didn't work so well because of CD-player vibration issues, and icky sweat-in-the-ears-not-evaporating-due-to-headphones complications.

So then you've got the track. Still boring, but at least the scenery changes (my Y occupies several upper stories of a building in downtown Minneapolis, giving you a pretty neat view as you make your way around the track). But you have to deal with other people. And on a .1 mile track, you're going to keep dealing with the same people over and over and over and over.

And so it was last night. I had a reminder of just how weird the Y track can be when some stomping jackasss on an I-will-not-be-passed jag turned a nice cooldown run into a reenactment of the chariot race from Ben-Hur. I can understand being competitive in a race or a triathlon. I can't understand being competitive to the point of swearing at people on a friggin Y track.

Of course, the guy also made a point of swearing at himself in a mirror on each lap, so it could be that he was just a big loon. Still doesn't make the Y track too much fun.

Spring can not come soon enough.