exhausted and miserable and right at the edge of quitting for at least half the 13.1 miles.
so what changed? for the first race, my first race of the year, i just wanted to have a comfortable race and feel like i'd done well, like i'd given a good solid effort. for the second, i decided (based on precisely nothing) that i had to be five minutes faster. the entire race, i was fighting myself to go faster than i could handle. and i had a terrible day.
i think, i hope, that "the joy of doing things badly" will help me learn how to not do things like this to myself.
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