It’s funny. I pay a bazillion dollars to run in a race under the premise that I’ll be pushed to go faster. You can see by the swarm of people around me at the finish line how competitive this thing was.
And then a few days later, running on a totally empty track, I run my fastest 5k (and first legit sub-40) yet in the Year of Fleshman. Gumbo races are the best races.
The moral: I’m charging myself $40 for today’s run. Plus handling fee, of course.
Knee feels fine. Gotta be the gray shoes …