csu-1959 wrote:
We'd set it up in the baseball outfield and run on it in the winter since you couldn't shovel the cinders.
I stepped around the snow laden track in Montana, basically to find where it was, then ran around my steps. The first few laps were mostly trudging till the snow got worn down. The snow always melted first where I'd run.
One time during a break from class, some guy yelled at the end of the hallway on the 4th floor, so I went to see what it was. They were excited because all that could be seen for 3 fields over, except for the outline of the track. They said someone must have been running around it!