The race that seems to be my only constant, the motivator to get me running again, not to mention a disastrous Thanksgiving 10K--not disastrous, but at least heartless having to walk I won't mention how many times. Warmed up and saw Cris James plus another young kid and I was right. When we started the young kid, Amann, went to the front followed by Cris and then further off by me. They were 100 yards ahead by the time we hit the main road and my dad said, "You have some work to do!" I tried to keep a good pace on the downhill but they were about 20 seconds faster per mile. We ran all the way to the fence--happy the young kid knew the route--but before we got there on the slight uphill I was feeling it. As we turned around I felt like I kept up my own personal pace. It was cold (2 wicking long sleeve shirts and no gloves) and the hills make you feel it. I felt like I was at my breath limit and felt glad I had some heart but i was disappointed that when we hit the park again my competitors were out of sight. Had some sprint in but winner was 17:50 and Cris 10 seconds further and me of course a minute back. Had I been running for 2 months rather than 2 weeks maybe this could be different. Here's to motivation.
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