I'm not sure if it was misplaced frustration, pre-race truffle fries, or just shear stubbornness not to give up, but I ran my tail of yesterday.
I went into the race with plenty of fitness, but not speed. I had planned on starting with the 1:45 pace group and would just see how long I could hang on. I found my good friend Donna at the start and we we decided to run in b/t the 1:40 & 1:45 pace groups. Why the hell not. I really didn't have anything to lose.
My mental strength really surprised me. I kept thinking, why start off so strong and 'waste' that effort by slowing down towards the end? Was I actually finally embracing the pain and RACING???
I didn't leave anything out on the course. I gave it all I had, which was a lot more than I thought!
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