Again this year Doug and I ran the Shamrock Shuffle 8k. Again, this year was a training/just for-fun race for Doug. Again, this year was weeks of fear and anxiety based upon the thought of being unable to reach the end. Rationality tells me - every year - that I'll finish yet each race is a new fresh hell.
It was a great drive to the city the morning of the race. Even though we left a bit later than usual and Doug barely made it into his corral I had plenty of time. It took forever for the race to start for the those of in the race corrals equivalent of nose-bleed seats. I think I had been running for 15 minutes when Doug began calling to see if I was done yet. Yeah, I wanted to hurt him.
But alas, as proven by the lifting of the Michelob Ultra (insert icckky face here) I crossed the finish line and was celebrating with a breakfast beer and a banana.
It's always fun and exciting to be in the city, especially on a perfect day. The people watching was great, the views clear, the sunshine divine, the company exceptional.
Too soon we were on the road home....
Already I've committed to running a 10k in June.
Again, a fresh new hell.
What's wrong with me?
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