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PR 5K

About ten seconds into my run today I wanted to quit. Well, perhaps not quite, but definitely not do what I set out to do. I'm not really sure what made me keep going. Maybe it was pride. Maybe it was me being stubborn. Maybe it was the fact I'm incredibly set on leaving behind all last semester and proving to myself that was just a hiccup, that I'm better than those 5 races I blew.

Anyway, about 1/4 mile in my stomach hurt, my left shin was throbbing, and I was breathing way too hard for only running 1:30 seconds. But, in true triathlete fashion, I let that pass like the cars flying by me on the freeway....or that man on the bike who almost ran me over.

I'm not sure if the 5k time I got was accurate today. I had to stop twice for red lights and I was incredibly pumped up for some reason - I blame my new running shoes I got today. I felt like it was an actual race as I walked down to where I mapped out the start of my run. My heart was beating fast, my blood was pumping, and I got that tingly feeling in my hands like they had fallen asleep.

I got to the start of the "race," turned my iPod on, and sprinted like a gun went off. And tried to keep that pace for 3.1 miles....although that didn't really work out too well because I started at around a 6 min/mile.

Eventually I slowed down (obviously, who am I? Ryan Hall?) and settled finishing at a PR time of 21:18 - a full minute faster than my goal time!

So lesson learned: even if 1/6 way in you want to change your mind, quit, and do something easier. Keep going. It's always going to be hard, you just get faster.

love love love,
me

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