Statistically, it was bound to happen, but a week before a half marathon I bonked at last year, it couldn't have come at a worse time. I didn't want to write about it because I was so disappointed in myself. I'd had a beer the night before, I dressed too warmly, I ate something I wasn't used to before I set out, and I brought water with me instead of Gatorade. In short, I set myself up for failure.
I didn't have a chance to run again until Wednesday, spending three days dwelling on my failure and worrying about the Frederick Half this weekend. That evening I hesitantly laced up my running shoes and hoped for the best. Despite stopping at multiple traffic lights and being held up by a motorcade (only in DC...), I average sub-9:00 miles for a 5.2 mile run. When I finished, I felt great.
Despite the 4am wake-up call and hilly finish, I'm ready for Frederick tomorrow. My plan is to start slow and try for a negative split. Maybe this time I can PR and finish strong.
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