Last Sunday was the Flying Pig. It's hard to believe it already came and went, and that thanks to my relay team I managed to participate. At 9.22 per mile my time was fabulous, much faster than my normal pace, but it definitely wasn't easy. I didn't mean to run that fast, but for some reason I really struggled managing my pace. Maybe it was because of all the people running around me, although I didn't have that problem in previous events. My guess is that unconsciously I was afraid of really dragging the team down or that if I didn't hurry and finish, my left leg was going to give up. Either way I was happy to be part of it, and to be able to cross the finish line.
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