It seems that I was worrying needlessly. My groin does still hurt, but Paul Short’s results proved that it’s not going to affect my times. In fact, I don’t think I felt it at all during the actual event. But then I don’t think I would have felt a car hitting me.
You see, I started the race with a 5:20 mile. For this turtle, that’s pretty damn fast. It’s actually the fastest split I’ve ever run in an 8k by a full 14 seconds (!). I knew, though, that I would have to do everything I could to hold that speed through the entire 5 miles.
At the 3 mile mark, my legs were already wobbling under me. My knees buckled at the top of a hill and forced me to stumble very briefly. It was certainly a bad sign for the remaining two miles. And yet, I just couldn’t ease off of this amazing pace I had going.
By the time I reached the final straightaway (and it’s a long, looong straightaway at Lehigh) it was all I could do to keep hurling each leg in front of me. I was barely aware of anything—anything but the glorious pain that accompanies a personal record.
I ended up running a 28:14 8k. I was hoping to go sub-29, which would mean an 11-second PR. I never even dreamed of chopping 56 seconds off of my time.Share on Facebook