I got out this morning for my first 5k in three years and set a PR at 19:15.
I thought for sure I was going to be one of those guys that drops dead from a heart attack just before the finish line. Holy cow was that tough and unpleasant! With ultras, there's a long delay before the anguish & pain flare up. Today, that all began about thirty seconds in. It probably didn't help that I ran my fastest mile ever (5:54) to kick off the suffering. Mile two was uphill and into the wind. Mile three is a complete blur as I was looking to make sure the paramedics were available when I went down.
Okay, it was just a little fun. But if it takes me another three years to race a 5k, I won't be sad. To those that go out and rock these short & fast races regularly, my hat is tipped to you.