Polar Prowl 5K: race report
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So, this post comes along with a higher-than-usual amount of navel-gazing and vanity reflection. If that kind of thing makes you want to set your eyeballs on fire, this is your warning to click away. Last January I raced a 10K in Bear Creek Park. On the scale of all of the things in the universe, it ranked a relatively awful. My knee hurt, a lot, it had been hurting for a while and I was rotating through shoes and bike fits and physical therapists and general acts of complete desperation. I slaughtered myself for a 57:11. My biggest superfan in the world came along and cheered and took pictures and I spent most of the drive home reviewing them in abject horror. I never even posted a race report about the race, I was so disgusted with myself, the day I had, the state my body was in. Frustrated that I've spent so much time and energy and certainly money on this sport that I claim to love and I can't even run 9 minute pace for an hour on a random Sunday morning and I end