Then race day came.
It was a cold and rainy Saturday morning as we all took the starting block at 9:00 AM but I was determined to finish with my two goals in mind 1) Under 27 minutes 2) not stopping (this may seem easy but for me it really isn't I just can't seem to breathe after running for a while - as Ralph said to Piggy, "sucks to your asthmar") The gun went off, the clock began and we were off. I was doing alright until about the 1.5 mile marker (there was a pedestrian bridge to cross) there I had to stop had no breath left. After a short 2 block walk across the bridge I was off again, determined not to let the clock beat me. As the course went on and I neared the "final lap" that I had planned in my head I couldn't see the clock, the visual race clock had stopped working. ( I later learned that they had kept the times without the display showing) I had no idea how much time I had left to meet my goal. So I mustered what little energy I had left and sprinted around Reynolds hall and through Carnahan quad to hit the finish line. I had finished with only one stop but with no idea of what time I had achieved. We waited around and they said they would have to manually connect the time with the numbers of the runners but I wasn't leaving until I knew. 26:46! Passed by the skin of my teeth, yes! It was a great feeling but now I know the goal I have for next year, I'll have to keep training, not stop, and get it under 24 minutes (8 minute miles)



Up next..."realignment"
1 comment:
Congrats brosef, I am proud of you. Yes I said it. Your little brother is proud of you. Now.... stop using the crutch (inhaler) and man up.
kidding (kindof)
Matt
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