July 5, 2012
Yesterday, I ran the Peachtree Road Race. It was my first 10K race and my first Atlanta Track Club race.  It was so different from any other race I’ve ever run. There were thousands of spectators and all of them cheered us on for the length of the race. 
I didn’t train much (erm, at all) for the race, but still pulled it out in 80 minutes. I think that a lot of the problems I had along the way with keeping up pace were purely mental. Even though I’m still a bit (FINE, a lot) sore, I’m actually strangely looking forward to hitting the pavement again soon. If I start running enough, maybe I’ll turn into a Kenyan. That’s how it works, right?

Yesterday, I ran the Peachtree Road Race. It was my first 10K race and my first Atlanta Track Club race.  It was so different from any other race I’ve ever run. There were thousands of spectators and all of them cheered us on for the length of the race. 

I didn’t train much (erm, at all) for the race, but still pulled it out in 80 minutes. I think that a lot of the problems I had along the way with keeping up pace were purely mental. Even though I’m still a bit (FINE, a lot) sore, I’m actually strangely looking forward to hitting the pavement again soon. If I start running enough, maybe I’ll turn into a Kenyan. That’s how it works, right?

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