So I ran my race on saturday. about a half mile in, i was in severe pain. dont know why. my gut was killing me, and my lungs were on fire. i had worked late out in the cold til midnight friday night. cold does not do well with muscles. i wanted to bail. but i was like screw it, lets see how it goes. at mile 1, i was on pace to beat my record, my first mile was at 7 something. thats super fast for me (could be why i was beat!!!). my last race was 917. my goal going into this race was to beat the (28:05) 917, i wanted to beat a 9 minute mile.
mile 2 feeling worse. i think the cold was doing crazy things to my lungs. at the water stop i grabbed a sip and stopped to tie my shoe. from mile 2-3 i had to stop 3 times to tie my fucking sneakers the damn things kept coming undone.... anyhow, at like mile 2.5 i saw my mom on the side line. i was like fuck this, im in pain and this sucks, but who cares im almost done. even if my time sucks, im almost done. i kicked up a notch, and finished at 26 minutes. NO SHIT! 26 minutes!!! My worst race was my best race!!! Can you believe it!!! i didnt beat my record, i shattered it!!!!!! ended up 8:36 mile! Cannot tell you how good I felt about myself. I am not easily impressed with my accomplishments, this was i was thrilled!
just as i told you before, when you think you cant go on you really can!!!! perseverance my friends pays off dividends. i am still riding high. did i win the race, no, did i do my personal best HELL YES! did i exceed my expectations, HELL YES! Am I super excited and impressed and waiting to do it again, HELL YYYYYEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS.
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