Notes
Where to begin.
The weeks leading up to this race I have been building confidence like no other. I still have that confidence no doubt, but I simply played it safe. I got out hard, and I settled in with the wrong group. Which is stupid because I was in the chase pack for the entire race, and the leaders where within striking distance up until the last 2k. I literally saw the race that I wanted to be in happen. When i got out hard, I chose to slow down a little early, and it cost me a higher finish. I hate myself for thinking this way, but I felt like what I did didn't matter. I had a gut feeling we weren't doing what we were supposed to do. Usually when i get out the rest of my team is right on my heals. This time I only heard Sam's name for a short period of time. I got to the last 800, the part that i have been visualizing for so long, and I felt that it didn't matter if I caught 10 guys or got passed by everyone. I wasn't counting places to hopefully squeeze out that "all-american." I want a team trophy, that's what I signed up for when I came to Wartburg. I finished and Kylie told me we got 13th. I didn;t know what to think. I felt as if the last year was a waste. I didn't even care about being on the podium myself. Even though I didn't have that status to my name, I know how good I am, I don't need validation from the USTFCCCA to tell me that. Life goes on and we will be back. We have a race in 12 days.
The worst part is knowing that we have beaten Wash U twice this season. I will not leave Wartburg without getting a team trophy.