Thought I'd licked my mental block. Apparently not. It reared its ugly head after mile two of the three mile tempo with my Dad and Dave. The pace had felt faster than I expected from the beginning. I let it get to me, and temporarily lost my reason for about 200 meters. By then, it was too late. I ended up with 16:56. Ouch. Hopefully, I've learned my lesson that if I have breath to whine, I can keep up the pace.
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