1 mile shake out with Nick and Kyler when we got there. My race didn't start until 5:10, and we got there at about 8, so I had a lot of time. I watched races, and a lot of my team PRed, so I knew it was a fast track, and the conditions were great. I went on a few warm up runs, making sure I didn't go too far I came back to see how much time I had until the race. During this time my stomache wasn't feeling good. I felt like I was going to puke before the race started, but this was probably just from how nervous I was. I had 8 hours to get me more and more nervous. I knew there was good competition here. Most of the guys here could have a great race today and throw down some great times, so I just needed to make sure I stayed in a pack if they went with me for my first 800, and if they didn't, push on. Before the race I did my strides and stretching this time, and kept my legs ready.
The gun went off, and I tried to go out hard, but the guys around me had better starts, so I got boxed in, and the pace didn't feel hard, so I knew we were going slow. I looked around for a way out, and saw Zan from Mountain Crest in lane 2 or 3. I asked him if I could get in front of him and get around the guys leading it. He just said GO, and that helped me a bunch. I ran around a few guys, and took the lead at about 250m. I came across the 400m at 66, which was a second slower than I wanted. I pushed hard the next lap to get a 69, but ended up pushing a bit harder than I thought, and I got a 66 (2:12 800m). I pushed hard the next laps and just tried to keep the pace up. Both of them were 70s(3:22 and 4:32). I was feeling good here, but I know I was going to start slowing. A lot of people were cheering me on, and that helped a lot. My next lap was a 70 again, I'm pretty sure.(5:42) I think I slowed the next two laps, but I'm not sure exactly how much. I think I ran a 71(6:53) and then a 72(8:05). During my last lap I was pretty sure I had the meet record, and I think that slowed me down. I remember that the last lap hurt like no other, but I feel it wasn't as fast as it could've been. I looked up at the clock with 100m to go, and I was just bearly on pace for a 9:15. I sprinted with all I had and finished in a 9:13. I felt dead afterward, but then I looked back saw Chuk finish, then Mike, then Tomy(who also ran a killer mile less than an hour and a half before), so it was a great day for the blog.
Afterward I hurt more than ever. I don't know how long I was walking around, but it hurt to drink water, and I felt something in my throat that felt like Arcadia. I thought I was going to throw up. I drank 3 cups of water, which was just about as hard as the race. I went and changed my shoes, went for a cool down with Chuk. During this time I finally started feeling a bit better. I got a watch for winning, which I thought was sweet, and a trophy for the performance of the meet, which was also pretty great. After I went to my cousins, and then went on a run because my legs still had some energy in them. | 