thoughts while running this race on Thursday:
- This hurts. My lungs are really unhappy.
- Oy, why do I do this to myself again?
- I need to learn how to run a race for fun and not care what my time is. I might hate myself less while it is happening.
- I do not enjoy this pain. I think I should go on a racing hiatus. Perhaps until April 29th.
If I had realized beforehand that they spelled my name incorrectly (Mellissa, not to be confused with the Melisa who ran the NYC Marathon), perhaps I could have used that anger as additional motivation/distraction from the pain.
I managed to PR, shake Ashenfelter’s hand, and leave there with a sleeve of Oreos, so I consider that a successful Thanksgiving morning.
