Pasadena Half Marathon

This post is going to be quick and sweet

One word to describe this race: defeat

Honestly, I just wasn’t feeling it. I knew the second I started the race. My shins started acting up which rarely happens, my Garmin wouldn’t start, I was tired and dehydrated from partying the previous night, and the list goes on. Usually when I start to think negative thoughts, I try not to let it get to me and think about all the positive things that has happened, but I just couldn’t get myself out of the slump. Frankly, I was just feeling shitty. I think part of it has to do with all the great races I’ve been having so far. A new PR in Surf City 2 weeks ago and a BQ  in the Goofy Challenge last month. In the end, I was just setting myself up to come down. I know I’m too hard on myself and I even contemplated dropping out of the race 3 miles in. Not because I couldn’t finish the race, or even slow down my pace, I just didn’t want to have  “bad time”. My legs felt heavy and I just wanted to quit. I guess I let my pride take over. Fortunately, I stuck through it the entire race counting down the miles until the finish. Longest half marathon ever. I had no idea what pace I was running since my Garmin wasn’t working, I just wanted to finish, get my medal and dash out of there.That’s the thing about running-you have good and bad days, no matter how hard you train.

Haha fake smile

Anyways, my official time is not my worst, but it’s far from my best. Oh well, some days you have it and other days you don’t. Until the next race…