I f you wish to gaze long upon the blank face of ambivalence, you need look no farther than Marcel and his relationship with his track team. Marcel is running track. Well, sort of. Kind of. Barely. He had been mildly interested in going out for the team and we were quick to strongly encourage his involvement for our own ulterior motives. But absolutely no coercion was involved! Misguided enthusiasm on our part, sure, but the dark arts of bribery and blackmail were never called upon to forward our agenda. Marcel walked onto that track of his own free will. From the start though, there were problems. Track practice is four times a week and Marcel had preexisting commitments that interfere with two of…