In My Dreams, I am a Kenyan

Today I run at the high school track. I have a speed workout with 1000 meter intervals, and it will be hard to find a continuous stretch that far of dry pavement in my neighborhood. I have never run in the morning at this track, and last week was the first time I ever did run workout indoors on a track. The fieldhouse at LincolnWay East is right next to the pool where I swim. When I get there, there are three ladies walking briskly in the outside lanes. I notice that a girls high school team is gathering in the hallway, so I expect to see them using the track in some form or fashion.
I run my warmup- it’s supposed to be 1 mile, but I figure 6 or 7 laps at 200m each indoors should suffice. Last week my friend Scott was doing this workout while I ran “ladders”. I am a week behind him in training, since our marathons are about a week apart. I am supposed to run 5 x 1000 m intervals in 4:03, with a 400 m rest interval. At 200 m per lap, I get 5 laps at about 50 seconds each, then 2 laps rest.
I must be channeling my inner Kenyan in honor of Barack Obama’s inauguration today, because I am way ahead of pace.