I am so super competitive. I even compete with myself. I beat myself up over crap that doesn’t even matter. *sigh*
Today Noah ran the 1/2 marathon and I ran the 5k. I knew going into today that I wasn’t going to do best time ever because I was planning on running with someone. I just wanted to stay around a 10 min/mile pace. No biggie. I finished at 10:15 pace and that’s pretty close and not too shabby considering it was raining and uphill most of the run. But I’m still mad at myself. I know that I could have done better. I wish I hadn’t agreed to run with that friend because I ended up dropping her anyway when she stopped to walk. I could have done better, been faster, and been happier. Had I run a 9:05 which is a pace I am certainly capable of, I would have placed 15 in my age group out of 216. As it is I finished 45th. Which bothers me. I need to get over this. I need to just be happy that I ran and that I ran a decent time. But I’m not. Grrr.