AM-2 mike shakeout. First time I’ve felt good all week.
PM-2.5 mile warm up, strides, then the meet was delayed due to someone passing out and having a seizure after their race. It was sad to see/hear about. I jogged around a bit during this time, did more strides, then we raced. The gun went off almost immediately after the “on your marks” and Clayton and I weren’t ready. That plus getting shoved back put me in last at 100m. At 200m someone yelled “30” when I passed and this gave me some confidence that I hadn’t messed up my race. I came across 300 around 45, and slowly moved up. I came across 1:45ish at 700m about. Immediately after that, I saw a bit of jostling and Clayton was pushed to the infield. Like WAY on the infield. He thought he was DQed, so he just got back on the back of the pack and finished the race. When I saw this, I decided to move up more. I moved up and at about 450m to go, I took the lead. I still felt good, but it didn’t feel right to kick. It didn’t feel like the last lap of a race, and my mind wasn’t focused. With a little over a 100m to go, my mind is thinking of how my family is watching me and whatnot. I still tried to kick in the last 100, but I didn’t speed up as much as I expected to. I took 3rd in the heat, and I was happy about the time. It was a fun experience dropping down in an event. 10.3 mile run with Clayton after