1600 went okay I guess. I was seeded on the front row on the very right so I ran a lot in the second lane. I got spiked bad the second lap. With 200 left I was at 4:18 I think, and I kicked pretty hard and caught a couple, including josh erickson from LP. I told him to come with me and kicked hard. I think I hit like a 4:53. Austin might have beaten me, he was in the 6th heat, that'd probs get me fired for the 4x800. It probably shouldn't, but oh well. I need to do some speed/ tempo bad.
The 4x800 I screwed up on and did a 2:16. I feel like all the training I've done lately has been pointless when going against talented runners. Mason has done 2 runs this entire week counting today, and he murdered me in both races. I heard a saying "hard work beats talent when talent doesn't work hard", but I've been working harder than I ever have and I honestly think I'm getting worse. I don't love to whine, but I honestly don't see a point to trying hard at something where you can work all you want and still get beaten by teammates because they're naturals and you're not. I don't know I think I might need a break from this
Either way I needed a cooldown, we immediately drove home after the 4x800 and my legs were killing me. We stopped at The Train in heber and I did a cooldown run. Probably got 4 miles in the low 6's, I was hauling. It was like that scene from "the perfect mile" where the guy just goes ham until he collapses, only I didn't collapse. I stepped in countless puddles but I stopped caring after a while. There was like a 3 ft high snow wall that I cleared twice without stopping. I got back to the train and saw austin's dad drive off to get gas, but my wallet was in the seat so I needed it. I took off after him, luckily he hit all the stop lights, but eventually he sped off and I tried to keep him in eyesight, then I hit a rough patch of ice and hit the ground hard. Not only that, but I slid into a giant pool of a puddle. I layed there, not bothering to get up for a long time. I got up, drenched, and hobble-jogged back to the others who were eating and went home without food(I didn't want to make them stay longer). I'd say that completed the second part of "the perfect mile" scene. Also probs the closest thing to a God-given sign to stop running that I'm going to get.
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