I watched my brother run the mile at the armory today. If you've never been, it's a really cool place and an even cooler place to run. The track itself is only 200 meters as opposed to the traditional 400 but the curves are banked so when you run around them, you feel like you're flying. It's a weird but cool sensation. I ran here for three years. My senior year I didn't run indoor track but every other year I did. We had a love/ hate relationship, me and that track. I ran the 2 mile and I was pretty mediocre. I would have a paralyzing fear of racing for the hours leading up to my race and always felt like I was going to throw up waiting for the gun to go off. The first lap I always felt like my insides were all mixed up but by the time I really got going, I was just running, feeling my racing flats tap the weird, rubber floor. I lapped runners, I got lapped. I finished. I threw up. I did it over and over again. I'm a cross country girl but I ran track for the friendships and so I didn't get out of shape. I constantly miss cross country but I rarely miss track. Its wasn't really my thing. But there's something about seeing my brother race that always leads to memories and I find myself missing it a little bit.
On another note, the bro ran like a beast today! Go Bears!
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