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bottom of the CCT after an early eight miles
a note on acceptance: after i tore my calf in july and when subsequent injuries kept me sidelined for the rest of the year, i felt defeated. i mean i have a 26.2 sticker on my car. a little self-congratulating, i admit, but that’s how I identify myself. when i can’t run, i don’t feel like myself. now i’m building back miles, slowly but hopefully surely.
it’s the slowly part that’s getting to me. i’m averaging about a minute slower than my old pace. i’m the one getting passed on the trail instead of picking off runners in front of me one by one. looking down at my watch, my heart fell a little when i saw i hadn’t broken 9min/miles but looking back at that eight number my smile crept back.
i have to be gracious i can run at all and trust the speed will come with practice. i’m not the fastest out there, but i’m out there.