1.5 mile shakeout run with JV girls as they were warming up. Actually .5 of it was with them. Then I did about 1.5 miles for my warmup. Then I ran to the line and did a few strides. I don't think I was well prepared for this race... at all. I started out great. I was chasing the lead girl for a while there. The first time on roller-coaster I was feeling pretty good and was racing better than I have been. Then I let it go to my head and died. My quads were burning and it was basically a battle between pushing through it and backing off. I noticed that I never really wanted to speed up because I knew it was going to hurt if I did, and that there would be a high chance of me quitting on myself. I was about a mile into it where I started to crash. I was in third, and with every person passing me I just felt worse and worse. I'm trying to learn how this all works, and it's made me realize that running is made for crazy people who think pain is a good thing, and that it's worth going through all of it. But honestly, it's proven that Cross Country is the world's toughest sport and makes me wonder: why in the world do I find this fun? Actually no I don't find it fun, I think it's torture that's meant to make you either really happy or really miserable. After my race I was really questioning why I like to do this. And why I'm still doing it. I realized why people think running is horrible and the one sport to NEVER do, or why so many people have quit. Because doing bad in races over and over again is agonizing. You want so bad to just do amazing, but the pain is a lot to overcome. I have decided that I'm going to get in the mode that I was in over the summer, and then I will start to have good races again. Too bad Cross Country is almost over. 1 week of hard training left, I can do this. Once I know that I've trained hard, I will probably do well again. Kind of a crappy start to my day. And then my phone just broke. Great.
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