Weekends are a mutha.
I've been running all of my life. Not in the metaphorical sense, just - I'm a runner. Not a good one, mind you. But a runner. I've done the 5,10K's, the marathons, whatever. Anyways, in high school, I sucked. I was mid-20's for my 5K. No matter what I did, I could rarely get sub-20's, I just didn't have repeat 6 min. miles. So I accepted that, I was just a runner, not a good runner.
Later, in college, I continued doing the 5K's with friends, and it was painfully obvious that my times had declined ( I wasn't training, I was drinking the booze, whatever). My 5K's were now in the 23;30-25 minutes range. I wasn't uncomfortable with this, what am I trying to prove?
Post-college brought a bad knee, poor circulation to the feet, and the desire to run was dwindling. I joined a gym for the rehab, experimented with shoes, and finally felt really healthy heading into late winter, spring. My brother's gf wasked me to join her and a friend in a race on the U campus. Being a favorite race, I joined not expecting much from my run. I've been running more, but not training.
The results were amazing, a winter of weightlifting, rehabbing, got me back down to 21:15. I'll take the 7 minute splits, not earth shattering, but I'm closer to my high school times. I'm thinking by the end of the summer, I could go sub 20, I just had to learn how to weightlift properly and take care of my body properly (minus the booze, I'm not gonna stop).
Downside, I waited almost 10 minutes for my co-runners to come in, in a sterady rain. It didn't really matter, the weekend can be summed up by being soaking wet. Details of Sunday's fiasco tomorrow.