Ate too much good spaghetti nite before at PBC, tossed on a campout bet but got good length of sleep.
Cool morning, trying to warm up, felt crimped and inflexible, as I was running around back to my truck the race started, but that was a blessing in disguise as I would be forced not to run with faster runners. Made my way through the field until mile 1, then passing slower. No mile markers, but passed my last guys on the upward block before heading out to lake turnaround. Was trying to reach father/daughter 100 yards ahead, but they managed to stay away. Was just trying to run for 4 before seeing what I could do, enjoyed the fact that there were no miles to wonder about. My calves were hurting and was just holding on until I felt good. As I saw the runners coming back I realized I was in 7th. On the way back I realized I was feeling better, probably didn't realize this until we hit the neighborhoods again.
The couple ahead were getting further away, but I had 5K sloggers to pass, I feel like my last half was faster than the first. After a few turns I realized there was a 10Kr I could pass, a young thin guy who I think was 3rd at the turnaround. Took a few turns to catch him, finally did while going N. Latched onto him, slowing down, he sped up a little, then I passed him. I knew we had a few U-turns before the finish, kept my pace and pushed it in.
All in all I should be happy with this, wasn't feeling great and this will be good training for the future. 30 seconds slower/mile than my previous 5K doubled and that's not bad.
At peace, eternally and temporally.
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