I'm going to look into my crystal ball and go out on a limb here and say that USATF is never going to come knocking on my door to fill a lane at the 5k event in the Olympic trials.
This morning I ran my third and last little community race of my running-only season. Kids, the Easter Bunny, a search for little plastic eggs, and two laps around the driveways of a Texas state mental hospital. So much fun and a only 6 second PR. Because there were still 2.1 miles after I ran the first mile in my third-fastest recorded mile time ever.
What I lacked in pacing while running fast, I more than made up for in comedic effect of running like a three-legged dog and sounding like a three-legged dog with one lung. Oops, I think that smell of smoke was my race pictures meeting a match.
I completely embrace the need to train fast running and to run fast. I even...kinda...enjoy these little episodes of pain and quasi-blacking out. And who couldn't get behind being done in 20 minutes and home before I would normally wake up? But laps around a mental hospital are just not where my meager talents are put to best use.
You know what I mean.
But I've learned a whole heck of a lot in this little running season of mine. Like the faster you run, the sooner the pain stops.
In other news: the Flopper ran today and finished without crying. A hearty way-to-pull-up-your-big-boy-pants to him. And a woman one age-group above me said that I look an age two age-groups below her. Bless her. I guess all those Diet Coke preservatives I drank in college are paying off.