While my last 5K was about being happy and rainbows and unicorns, the race I ran this morning was a little more serious. I knew that I wasn’t going to have a great finishing time a couple of weeks ago, but I really really really wanted to PR today. I KNEW that this was my race. I could feel it.
My sixth race PR sense is clearly a little unreliable because I definitely did not PR. In fact I ran the exact same time to the second as I ran the Cupid’s Crawl 5K a whole year ago. After running consistently for an ENTIRE year, and switching to a flatter course I am in the exact same place. I’m just having a little trouble wrapping my mind around that.
Anyways, I came off the course frustrated and my friend Michelle was bubbling over with excitement because she had taken a whopping 5 minutes off of her last time. I was being a drama queen. Instead of being the supportive friend that I should have been, I snapped at her. So now I (obviously) feel even worse. Not only am I a bad runner. I’m a bad friend too.
Point being: It’s only running. It’s just something that I do for fun; not anything to get all bent out of shape over. But I am disappointed in myself, and I do need to put in work if I want to improve.
***Also, I was being such a brat about the whole thing that I did not even take a single picture, which makes me even more upset.***