Last Sunday was my first 10K since knee rehabilitation ended. I finished with a first-place age group win. The weather was perfect, and fortunately, the start was early enough to get it done before the heat caught up. I also had the opportunity to visit a Hispanic grocery store and enjoy and buy the different foods I found on the shelves.
I was pumped enough to come home and actually start considering longer runs. I stopped the half-marathon distance about three years ago. My last 13.1 miler was nothing to be proud of, though I did finish. Thus far, I’ve printed out a 16-week training program and downloaded a nutrition program. I painfully remember what was needed to prepare for the last one, and how I fell short despite what I thought was enough hard work. I learned that over-preparation would have helped for a race that had four drawbridge crossings. Note to self: this time, if there is a next time, it’s a flat course.
Do I want to start this again? I’ve already written in a few races for the next season, none of them the half distance. I could do without this stress. But I did my last half no justice, and I would like another shot at a better finish.
Something to think about on the next few runs.
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