I ran 19:20 Saturday which I was pretty pleased with given my "training". I came through 2 miles in 12:03 and needless to say the last mile was ugly and long. As Pat warned me before my first 5k last year, "It's that final .1 that really gets ya." I was able to pull out a furious mid-packer's kick to pass a pack of 5 the final .1 which included a 51 year old and my friend Tourist Mike.
Tourist Mike waxed me in the 98 degree 5k I ran earlier this summer. He's one of those naturally fit people who can run a fast 5k of pure fitness. He also doesn't really have a competitive bone in his body and appeared completely unphased by the race afterward while I was lying in the grass gasping for air.
The bottom corner of our race bibs contained a coupon for a free beer at Whitlows afterward. Over 100 sweaty people drinking beer in the back bar at 9 am was an interesting scene.
It's been 3 days now and my quads are still very sore.
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