Sunday, August 24, 2008
I've been dwelling on today's race since I took a practice run on the course last week. The course has 3 good-sized hills, and I had to walk more than I would have liked. So I changed my expectations from setting a personal record to just finishing the race.
Then last night I watched the Olympics' men's marathon. All of the athletes are amazing. Three runners had taken a strong lead, but at the very end, the 3rd place runner had nothing more to give, and slowly, but surely, the 4th place runner caught & passed him and won the bronze. I was elated for the bronze winner, but felt empathy for the runner that came in 4th despite giving his best.
Overnight, my perspective on today's race changed--I went to bed determined to give it my all and to try to set a personal best. The biggest hurdle wasn't the hills, it was my attitude. I gave it my all--didn't have any kick left as I came into the finish line--and had a personal best 31:04.