It was hot and I pushed myself but it wasn't sunny and there was a nice breeze.
When the starting gun went off, I had my butterflies and a very realistic belief that this might not end well.
I was so doubt-y of myself because I have this stupid ingrained belief that, " maybe I can't..." I teared up with my nerves and fears and self doubt.
It took a lot in me to shake that all away and just run...Then I got into my rhythm-- pushing myself while keeping a cool head.
My slow little trot was just enough to keep me between the 3:00 and 3:30 pace keeper flags.
I tried to remind myself that, "slow isn't a sign of a character flaw - quitting is." So I did not quit! At first I pushed a little too fast, but then settled into the back of the pack for the long haul.
I had enough steam left in me to push the last jaunt!
How was your last racing experience?
Do you ever tear up during a hard workout or scary race start?
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