Last year at this time, I was limping after my achilles got angry at the local turkey trot.
This year, I’m slower and my endurance is way less, but I’m finally running pain free!
I’ve learned not to try to race our local TT. The first mile involves mostly trying not to run over dogs, strollers, and walkers. I start near the front, but it doesn’t seem to matter. Normally that would drive me crazy, but I love seeing all of my neighbors out for the race, so I’m willing to accept that the first mile will be slow. Then, just as things start clearing out a bit, the hills hit. You’d think I’d be used to them, but no. They totally suck LOL.
I ran a really smart race this year with major negative splits: 10:23, 10:05, 9:05 with a 7ish sprint to the end. I missed my goal of 30 minutes by 10 seconds, but I’ll blame that on the last big uphill. ;o)
All in all, it was an awesome start to a wonderful holiday.