And somewhere in that last half mile, I just felt my running mojo come home. My stride opened up, and for the first time in almost a year, running actually … MORE
And somewhere in that last half mile, I just felt my running mojo come home. My stride opened up, and for the first time in almost a year, running actually felt … good. Maybe even great.
So imagine my surprise when I pulled around the final corner of the course and saw a 32 on the clock in the distance. Knowing my secret goal was to finish sub 34 (essentially an 11 minute mile pace with a little wiggle room), I was thrilled.
I even briefly debated the final distance, how quickly I could sprint it, and weather or not I could get a 32 something as a final time. But I realized that would just be dumb. That, and it would very likely induce vomiting. So I kept a steady pace, smiled for the cameras, and stomped on the mat as the fire engines tooted and the announcer called out my name.
Boom. Another race on the books.
Run the Inferno 5K 2015 (Commander Bob)
And somewhere in that last half mile, I just felt my running mojo come home. My stride opened up, and for the first time in almost a year, running actually … MORE
And somewhere in that last half mile, I just felt my running mojo come home. My stride opened up, and for the first time in almost a year, running actually felt … good. Maybe even great.
So imagine my surprise when I pulled around the final corner of the course and saw a 32 on the clock in the distance. Knowing my secret goal was to finish sub 34 (essentially an 11 minute mile pace with a little wiggle room), I was thrilled.
I even briefly debated the final distance, how quickly I could sprint it, and weather or not I could get a 32 something as a final time. But I realized that would just be dumb. That, and it would very likely induce vomiting. So I kept a steady pace, smiled for the cameras, and stomped on the mat as the fire engines tooted and the announcer called out my name.
Boom. Another race on the books.