Notes
This race hurt so much. Not physically. It stung emotionally and really cut deep to no longer be loved by team mates who used to. It's painful to be moved on from before you're even gone. I wish I had some good motivation for one last hurrah but I know that ultimately I am going to be forgotten by everyone who I tried to help. I feel so useless and uncared for on this team right now. I hold no value. Without being able to hold value in running my value as person begins to slip. Running was what kept me up, and now that's fleeting and going away. Every lap hearing people cheer for anyone but me hurt. Knowing that my own team is ready to celebrate my defeat is not a happy feeling. Knowing that my coach is ready to tell stories about what I could have been or how much better the next guys are hurts. I always knew that wanting to be the best would be hard, but I didn't ever think it would take this emotional toll. I expected the pain to be physical and manageable. Instead I hardly even really hurt during this race. I instead got my heart ripped back out of chest, just like last week and the week before. The only solace that I have is running fast, and people who used to care about me are even taking that. Each day is back to being harder than the last.