RACE- woke up and headed to Orem. 28 guys in my heat and I got out in the very back. Just literally could make no moves, sprinted hard at the end and was like 9th in the heat. Not the best race, but it was okay because I felt like I had a lot left after. I'll get it next time. The 3200 went absolutely terrible, can take no positives from it straight off the bat except that I can almost literally not get any worse. I've ran tempos faster. My legs were just wrecked for some reason. I only got like 4 hours of sleep last night and the fact that I did the 1600 earlier might have played a part.
I make it sound like I have bad days with my running, and I know a thing or 2 about having awful races. I am in no sense the fastest guy on the track. But I look back through the past 4 years and I could see little 8th grade me being in absolute disbelief of the things I've accomplished with my running. I never believed I could run even a sub-9 minute mile: let alone a sub-4:45 or a sub-10 3200. Nobody could have foresaw that I could be running 2, let alone 12 or 13 miles, in one run. The mere fact that I'm here on a RUNNING BLOG, tracking actual mileage, is a miracle in my mind. I have proved that I can do things I once thought to be impossible. I have come a long ways, and I still have a long ways to go. I wasn't born to run. I had no desire to run. No day is bad. Every day is just a step in the direction of my eventual success. Just gotta keep plugging in miles, putting in work, doing the best that I can, and then I can know that I can fly. Peace out FRB.
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