It has been a pretty eventful off season--not the way I like it, honestly. This week I did the unthinkable, not sure what got into me...I can't even type it since it is a memory I am trying to suppress. But here it goes: I ran a 3K.

Crickets.

I know. I made an appearance at the Nike Runner's lounge, and it was a good turn out. I have gone there many times before but this was my first time racing the loop in downtown Toronto.

And three days later why does everything still hurt so bad? And is there anything else to think about besides "Can we stop!". I have even contemplated eating epsom salt w/ crushed ice, since soaking in both has not dulled the pain. Help me.

Admittedly I wasn't going Tirunesh Dibaba or Meseret Defar pace, more like Oprah's Marathon pace. Yes I know....but it still hurt. Many predicated a time of 15 minutes, "at most 20" for myself. Thanks people, because I crawled home in a record setting (not the celebrated kind) of "27:something" minutes".

Yawn.

In related news I'll be at the Human Race on October 24, but based on my newly set 3k Personal Best, I'll leave the 10k to the rest of the world.

It's a great event with a lot of energy around it and is an opprtunity to race yourself and race the world.

Click here for all the info. As well as here and don't forget to register for your city, Let's go T.O and hope to see you there!

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