Well, fuck that noise.
I started running on March 3, 2008. On that day I could barely run 2 minutes. In the spring I struggled through two knee injuries, made great gains in the summer, then had a horrifically inconsistent fall.
Tonight I ran 5K in 38 minutes, my personal best for both distance and pace.
And, it was pretty easy. That tells me a couple things. I would have been able to run the distance some time ago, I just didn't think I could. Also, I can run much faster than I was aware of. I can run faster than I ran tonight.
The other night, I told Fahrin that I was losing what I loved most about running – the way it makes me feel like I can conquer anything - and that it was about to become "just another thing that I do."
But it turns out I only needed to implement a new goal and hit it.
On March 3, 2008 what I did tonight was completely inconceivable. So I'm gonna self-congratulate all night and all day and right into next week, y'all. Maybe even into next year.
Take this, Haters!
* Clarification: He was teasing!!