My excuses are as numerous as my complaints, but the short story is that I really stank up the joint at my race yesterday. In fact, when Ross Perot said we'd hear a giant sucking sound going south, he must have been thinking about my second mile. Bad preparation, lack of focus, whatever it was, I clocked a pathetic 22:54--essentially a full minute and a half off my goal.
There's another 5K on the 8th, so I 'm hoping for some redemption then.
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