I guess I'm more competitive than I like to think, especially when it comes to running. I run for me. I know I'll never win a race. I'll never qualify for Boston. I'm totally fine getting beat by thousands of people. I can only run as fast as my training has prepared me, and I'm OK with that slow pace.
So I was surprised with myself today. As I was running up a fairly long hill, complaining to myself about the hot humid morning, about how tired my feet were, and pondering walking, I saw another runner in my peripheral vision, who was beating me up the hill! I don't know where she came from. I don't know if she was running on the other side of the street the and got ahead of me, if she just turned onto the street, or if she had been running up the hill before me and I was catching up to her.
I don't know what clicked in my head, but I had to beat that woman. I turned on the afterburners and sped up the rest of the hill. By the time I reached the top to turn around and do it again, the woman was way behind and walking. I totally beat her!
Miles logged: 15.0
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