Zachary Tremblay

Running Track

It takes a few minutes of lengthening your yoked limbs and joints to rev your engine enough for a good run around the winter track. You get no benefit from the daily weather in New England, and you lose nearly all motive. Lubricating my muscles, breathing in the dense air, I stretch more than I can stay alert for. My stamina feels lower than ever, and I push myself as little as possible at the start of the jog. Once I feel a bit of agility, I dance in and out of the lanes drawn with chalky paint.