I can't even describe today. I felt like I lined everything up perfectly, but today just really wasn't my day. Then again, are race days ever my days?
Got to bed at 7:30 last night. Got some good sleep. Woke up a couple times thirsty, got water, went back to bed. Woke up at 6:30 and my stomach felt pretty bad, but I thought I'd be fine. Had an apple, a banana, and some oatmeal for breakfast. Got to the meet. Surrounded by all these great DI athletes... It was pretty neat. But, I told myself, I'd trained hard for this, I was just as good as these guys. Get to the starting line and I heard "Eugene?? It's Eugene!" It was my good friends Max and Will from Team Prep USA, now running for Kennesaw State! We talked for a bit and then the race started. Man, I don't even know what happened. It felt like everything that could have gone wrong went wrong. I got pushed a lot. I stumbled down the hills and tripped over roots. Around 4k my back started tightening up badly. I noticed my left hamstring was tight yesterday but I stretched it out after my shakeout. from miles 3-5 my primary focus was on making it to a port-a-potty. And that's all I have to say about that.
Obviously I'm a little upset about training all this time just to fail when it matters. Huge S/O to my roommate Grant for coming to cheer me on. Only race splits I remember hearing were 5:16 for 1 mile, and 23 for 4 miles.
It's really irritating to be able to run workouts and do well and when it matters, you fall flat. So I'm gonna train to the point where even my bad races are something to be proud about!
PM - 3 miles
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