Bad Races

I suppose everyone has a bad race. It makes sense... we all have poor training runs every now and then. But I've been lucky and have always PRed and had a good performance at every race.
Until the Reedy River 10k in Greenville, SC that is....
I had taken a full 6 days off to try and cure my semitendinosus tendinitis. It didn't work at all. At the start line I had that feeling of dread. This just isn't going to go well I thought... My heart was beating out of control and I hadn't even taken a single step yet. Sigh. I took off at the gun anyhow. Got through 2 miles at a good pace, but then it caught up with me. I crashed hard. Couldn't keep up. Breathing was labored, heart was racing, tendon was so tight I thought it might just rupture. During the final mile I was passed constantly... one weekend jogger after the next overtook me with ease. Damn. I could barely hold back the tears, and once I crossed the finish line, I wanted to hide from the embarrassment. Sigh. Tyler told me to suck it up. I hate being married sometimes.

So that was my first (likely not my last) bad race. And yes, I still ate ice cream afterwards.