Date
|
Celsius °
(C*9/5)+32=F
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Place of run
|
Duration
|
start time
|
8 laps of 9 flights
|
9 flights (sec)
|
weather
|
16 Mar
|
≈ -2
|
Nizhenskaya,Moscow, Russia
|
≈ 15
|
07:23
|
|
33.59
|
overcast
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Date
|
Celsius °
(C*9/5)+32=F
|
Place of run
|
Duration
|
start time
|
One lap of inside loop
|
9 flights (sec)
|
weather
|
14 Mar
|
≈ 2
|
Nizhenskaya,Moscow, Russia
|
≈ 32
|
07:29
|
1:14.87
|
33.55
|
overcast
|
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As I began
the inside-loop sprint, I was pleasantly surprised by the fluidity in my legs
and stride. There was something about
the effort that made the steps seem effortless, like I was lightly tapping on
the pavement with the slightest touch of one toe. This sensation left my mind as other things
crowded took precedence, but I must have maintained a smooth movement. As one point, the keys in my pocket burst out
below my shorts and began to flap in the wind.
This bit of annoyance was surely trouble enough to add a second or two
to the final time.
In the end, I
was flabbergasted, when I looked down at my watch and saw my time. At first I
was crushed because I thought that I stopped too early. When I begin the sprint, I make a mental mark
of something remarkable that I will remember when I come back around, and
something that will not disappear in 60 seconds. I try to find an old car that looks like it’s
not going anywhere, or a broken piece of fence, or a pothole. This time, started right at a pothole. I looked ahead that there were no other
potholes—I truly had achieved the fabulous result--more than 5 seconds faster than my previous best.
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