Can I Get a Do-Over?

I'm sitting here tracking Wes at IM FL. WOOHOO!!! GO WES! He's already had a very sweet swim time.

The good thing about blogging? It keeps you honest.
The bad thing about blogging? It keeps you honest.

I'm struggling with some cognitive dissonance. Cognitive dissonance: when we have two conflicting ideas that make us uncomfortable. Today's case? Getting dinner and running a 5k the next day. Dinner at 8:30pm, alarm set for 6am - not a big deal, this is only a 5k, not a Half Ironman. Until somehow dinner turns into hanging out and the next thing you know it's 3am. And that's really NOT the way I planned it. I honestly wanted to just go home after dinner.

Normally I would blow this off. I did throw this race on the schedule just to have something on there. But I've been doing so good - with life, work, training, resting, studying - and I figured I'd rock this race. I know this is really ridiculous and I'm probably being way too hard on myself, but I think there was a part of me that didn't want to do the race, that was afraid it would suck, that hates 5ks, and that was really afraid Al would beat me. I've never let that part of me win before, and today it won. There have been times that I've been talked into going out before a long run and I was able to moderate myself and still get up and perform. But I've never flaked out on a race. I've never let that part of me win before, either.

As luck would have it, Al would have made me look like a total ass. He ran his first 5k in 27:xx.

That's an 8:56min/mile.

His FIRST RACE EVER.

Yeah, there's no way I could have kept up with that.

/pity party

I'm gonna put on my big girl panties and deal with it. I'm off to get groceries, try to clean the house a little and tomorrow I'll do my LSD run. Because one bad day does not a bad week make, and one bad week does not a bad year make.