Went out today, even pushed things a little, and found 1.5 hours passed easily. I laughed, because you might as well.
Trying not to find a reason. It's tempting, of course, to think it's something I did, or didn't do. Something I ate, drank, whatever. Overtrained. Underslept. Deficient in this, that. Paranoia comes easily, when things go wrong. But it's not useful, not really. Evaluating is one things; doing it to the point of neurosis is another.
Funny, also, that I thought I might have been competitive anyway. A little hubris, that. Sure, I'd have tried. Maybe hung around a bit. But I hadn't read the roster of attendees. Even if I had, there were a couple fast guys who weren't known to me, but are now. Several would have been, however.
- Three other local fastish sorts, one who probably deserves a higher classification than that. One did okay. The other two, like me, had disastrous days, and dropped. A bit disappointing, as I'd have liked to have seen what they could have done, particularly the fastest of us.
- One, the course record holder at the Heartland 50 (at one hour, eleven minutes faster than my winning time).
- And one, Matt Flaherty, owner of a 5:28 50-mile PR, Salomon sponsored pro.
Point being, on my best day, third would have taken a lot of things going right. Still, a little sorry not to have that best day - instead, have by far the worst I've had in several years, in terms of health/fitness - and see what it produced.
Small matter, though, and I'm over it. Running today felt good, and I had good coffee. Thus, it's all good.