I ran the water tank hills with Larry and Wayne this morning. It was nice not running alone again. The pace was a little slower than when I pushed hard solo on Monday, but with a 5K race on Saturday I didn't want to push too hard. We still maintained a steady push up the hills. My bad knee acted up a little at the beginning of the run, but I don't think it's anything unusual. I don't plan to run on Friday as I taper for the 5K. I still plan to try once again to break the 20 minute barrier at the 5K, but after riding the course on Tuesday on my motorcycle I can see it's not going to be easy. That first mile looks pretty challenging with the big hill into Mapleton. I think I'll just try to hang onto Tom for the first mile or two and then try to step on the gas until the tank runs dry as we head back down to the high school and around the track. It's going to require some star alignment for me to reach my goal, but I'm counting on drawing energy from the other runners to hopefully get me over the hump. Dang! I just remembered a quote Larry shared with me recently from Steve Prefontaine. I googled and found it, and another quote, at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steve_Prefontaine. "The only good race pace is suicide pace, and today looks like a good day to die." "A lot of people run a race to see who is fastest. I run to see who has
the most guts, who can punish himself into exhausting pace, and then at
the end, punish himself even more. Nobody is going to win a 5,000 meter
race after running an easy 2 miles. Not with me. If I lose forcing the
pace all the way, well, at least I can live with myself." So now I'm faced with my original plan to hold back a little that first uphill mile, or live on the edge, force the pace all the way, and push (and risk reaching too soon) my mental and physical limits. Strangely, I feel myself being drawn to the latter right now. How can you be sure where the limits are if you never push them? I hope I come to my senses before the gun fires on Saturday morning.
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