That's WAY better than I thought I could do. Holy crap.
The race was the "Fifth Avenue Mile" in NYC. It's the first short race I've ever run, and it's the first one I've been in that has heats by age. I swear... it was the craziest race I've been in. While I was trying to figure out how to get my breath back, and whether I could keep up the pace I was running... I saw the finish line up ahead. So I bore down and took off... I ended the race full-on screaming for the last 10 paces.
Rock on.
Love to all. Even you, that lady who was giving her daughter a hard time on 86th Street.
4 comments:
Hey man, Congrats! That's great! Isn't it a great feeling?
Good jorb!
I like this post for the title alone! But great job on the running thing, too! ;)
God, I'm just starting back to running. A ten minute mile would feel like your five. That's an awesome time...sign yourself up for the olympic trials, brother.
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