Notes
There's a point at which you stop running with your legs and your lungs and your arms and start running off of emotion. And when there's no emotion left, well then there's just a clock, and you just have to run like your goal time is the edge of the world and if you go over, you just go sprawling off into oblivion.
Today was probably the hardest I have perceived that I have run in a long, long, time. There was something very, very wrong to start with, and then the exhaustion that I had accumulated throughout the week just compounded the problem, and it all added up to me not being able to run faster than a 7:14 mile. Which was just so completely pathetic that I just wanted to die. But then when Coach told me not to run the third one, about the only thing I could think of in my mind was getting passed by two people in the last 50 meters of the race on Tuesday and I just said Hell No and I don't know where I pulled the energy from, but I ran a 6:38. Which is still completely pathetic for how hard I had to run to get that time, but it was literally as hard as I could possibly run.
I think I need to see a doctor. But there just isn't any time. Not before the season ends. Which will happen too soon.