My day started at 5 a.m. when I awoke and headed out of town to participate in a 5k trail run and cheer on friends running their first 50k (31 freaking miles). Although the skies were threatening in the Twin Cities, the rain stayed away south of us. My friends had a fantastic race and finished strong. They glowed when they crossed the finish line and humbled me with their athleticism, humor, and grace under pressure. I suspect they’ll sleep soundly tonight.
As for me, I’m struggling to gain momentum after a running injury dogged me off and on for nearly a year. Even with two or three months of post-injury running complete, I’m still disappointed with my pace and distances.
I anticipated running a 10:30 pace for my 5k, nearly two minutes slower than my race paces last year. But — surprise, surprise — my time was decent (a little longer than a 10-minute mile) despite the terrain…
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