First off, it's Monday. This made me laugh:
|dog shaming cracks me up|
I should probably be pretty happy with that time. It was hilly as HECK, and I was on track to PR if that would have been a 10k course.
But I'm not super pumped about the race itself, and how I felt during it. I felt pretty tired by mile 3. Granted, I had ran a slow 4 miles about a hour beforehand, but I don't think that was it. I think it was the massive PB&J sandwich that I housed during the 45 minutes I had between those 4 miles and the race itself.
|this PB will be the death of me.|
I started off pretty fast, too fast actually. Miles 3-6 I evened out and stayed somewhat consistent but that was mainly due to me just trying not to die.
My favorite part of the race was probably leading it until mile 5, and then getting passed by two women. That rocked.
Lesson learned. Hills, I hate you, but we will be spending more time together. PBJ's, you will no longer be eaten before races.