Was I on a Track?

I woke up too late to go outside for my long run this morning (more later on why I am possessed to run this far anyway). So I grab my bag and head to the nice track at the Rec Center for my workout, and this is what I manage to do.



Usually my track workouts are boring flat lines.



I'll blame the "wildly varying" -- the difference between the peak and the lowest point is 36 seconds/mile -- on the seriously cute girl at the track today. My sweetie tagged along to work out and between stopping to chat with her on water breaks and running fast to impress her I lost any chance at a steady pace.