I guess it had to happen eventually. But why yesterday? For the last 12 weeks I have been running at the front of my run clinic group. I have been working my butt off to do it, but I've been there, at the front, consistently for the last three months. Last week I was the first of my group to finish the mock race. And this week?

Right from the start my legs felt like lead. I tried to push hard but the more I pushed, the slower I went. I went backwards through the group, and by the time we hit this heinous (yet short) hill, I had to walk up to survive. The group waited for me at the top, while memories of previous weeks hit me where the group leader would make those of us who crested the hill first run back down to the rest of the group. I was in the group running back down, and now here was everyone waiting for me.

Luckily it was a shorter run last night, but even still, I was almost a block behind by the time we got back to the Sportsplex. Ouch. And to make matters worse, last night was the final night of the clinic, so that's how I get to end it off. Bummer. I guess there's always next year to make a comeback.


  1. you'll get them at the race!

  2. I hate it when that happens. When you have it one day everything falls into place and the next time around it just falls apart. Relish the great days!!!