i can’t decide if i just wasn’t in the mood to race last weekend or if i chickened out. leaning toward the latter. i can tell myself that it was because i didn’t know the course and showing up to an 18-mile race without knowing the elevation gain/loss is a recipe for disaster and that i didn’t feel like getting in the car to drive to run and that i was in no mood to be around people, but i think i just went chicken. i hope that this doesn’t set a bad precedent.

instead of racing, i put in 18 miles around seattle, which was pretty nice. 2:07 of quality alone time. i ran ok. legs were fine, not great. probably better that i didn’t race.

side note: two posts in a row about chicken. i’ll try not to make it three.

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