The Richmond Half-Marathon is this coming Saturday, and I’d hoped to finish in 2:30.
Somehow – especially after yesterday’s abysmal 11-miler – I don’t think that’s happening. In fact, I’ll be glad to cross the finish line Saturday. Period. I might be limping along with the middle-of-the-pack marathoners, actually.
Perhaps a bad long run the week before a race is a Good Thing. When I learned to fly, I wasn’t allowed to solo until I’d recovered from a bad landing. I didn’t know that when I was taking lessons – my flight instructor only revealed it to me when I hopped out of the plane after executing three perfect solo touch-and-go landings.
So 11 slow, painful, crappy miles on Sunday might be just the thing I needed to get out of my system before next Saturday.
Someone tell me I’m right. Please?
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You're right!
Good luck on the half!
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