Take me out tonight
Where there’s music and there’s people
Who are young and alive– “There Is a Light That Never Goes Out” by The Smiths
The 168th Street Subway Station is about two minutes from the Armory, but I’d never actually seen it until last Monday. I’m approaching my fourth full season of winter track, yet I’d never really explored the neighborhood around the Armory. The enclosed block of the Armory had been my de facto containment facility for countless hours, yet I’d never ventured beyond its immediate surroundings. It’s kinda depressing, but also somewhat understandable. When you jog around the streets of New York City with short shorts and a skimpy jersey in below freezing temperatures, you get a good deal of awkward glances.
The second meet of the season occurred on Monday, and I couldn’t really judge the mood of the team. Coach M was not present, so she couldn’t really judge either. Ross, Julia, Stewie, Connor and Bailey all ran well. We actually got back to Hackley before 8:30, which was a nice bonus.
Chris Chon called during the meet, asking about the California trip. California, that illusive Paradise that hangs at the end of this long, cold, and suffocating road; it exists only in my mind as I endlessly loop around the 200m track. 16 laps, every second punctuated with feelings of pain, ineptitude, and obsession with the ticking clock. The Armory two-mile is a special beast, and this race followed the stereotype with alarming persistence.
The last event of the day is the four by 400 meter relay, one of the least appealing activities, in my opinion, of the track season. It’s pretty well-established that our current 4×400 team of me, Alex, Ross, and Frank can’t sprint 400 meters with any sort of true competency after we’ve all staggered through two races and a full school day. Standing on the line, waiting to anchor in the relay, all I thought about was going home and taking a warm shower, erasing the tinges of sweat that were fruitlessly expended today.
But first I have to get through the handoff. Ross, Frank, and I were the main contributors to last year’s 4×400 team, and we’ve had an alarming number of miscues when it comes to handoffs. Despite a good deal handoff training from Karpinski and Coach Crainer, we seem to be predisposed towards rough handoffs. This trend was exemplified by our performance in the Ivy League Championship race from Spring 2014, when Ross attempted to hand off to Frank at the changeover from the first to the second legs. Frank thought he had been disqualified because of the bungled handoff and a ill-timed whistle blast from an official. So he stopped, right in the middle of the race. That was not a good idea.
At the last indoor meet, Frank attempted to hand off to Alex, but Alex got knocked out of the way by a Fieldston kid and he nearly tripped over Frank on the exchange. When Alex handed off to me, I froze and stood still instead of properly leading Alex through the line. Coach Waterbury came up to me afterwards and advised that I actually lead Alex through the handoff next time. I’m sure he hadn’t realized that this was my something like my 16th Hackley 4×4 in the last four years (I counted right before the race) and that, yes, I perfectly understood the logic and the expediency of getting a good start. Unfortunately, I had failed to perform this task, and Coach Waterbury understandably thought I’d never been in a relay before.
I don’t really know Coach Waterbury that well, but he was a coach with the football team last year, and he seems like a nice guy. The throwers occasionally look like they’re doing legitimate work now, which is a good sign. It’s nice that he noticed my amateurish mistake on the 4×4 and took the time to correct me, especially considering our coach was not even in the building. Anyway, that was last week, but this week, the handoffs went without a hitch. Unfortunately, we were all dead tired (boys and girls alike) and the times reflected our relative exhaustion.
The Distance Gang is having a Secret Santa this week, and I’m grateful that we have enough team unity to pull off a successful Secret Santa without any major problems (hopefully). The bad part about Secret Santa is that one person often forgets to come through with a gift, partly because of laziness and partly because that person selects an “friend” that they’re not really friends with. This means that there’s inevitably one person who received delayed gratification from the Secret Santa, which is not fun. I have faith in the Christmas spirit, and the goodwill of the Winter Warriors to fully provide each other with gifts. In spite of all the negativity this week, that unshakeable faith in the goodness of my fellow runners is heartening.
Guys, don’t screw this up for me. Get your Secret Santa gifts!