Tonight I ran my second 5k. My time is miserable, but I did manage to squeak in under my 40 year old age quite substantially at 36:50. Ran a solitary race despite the team we had present, which actually worked out all things considered. I needed the time to be alone in my ridiculous level of suffering and huffing an puffing. Now I'm tired and sore. It will, no doubt, be fun getting out of bed tomorrow!
But I finished, and that makes two years in a row. That, for me, the self proclaimed hater of running, is victory enough.
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