Last week's 5k was not awesome. There were a lot of hills. I finished in 31:27. My PR is 31:16. I was bummed. Realistically the more hilly terrain means that I actually did BETTER, despite the shorter time. So I wrote this letter.
You are bummed about 11 seconds. Get over it.
It sucks when you feel like you were making progress, and then something small comes along and makes you pout. Or hang your head. Or tweak your knee. This week I've been running intervals all week- just putting in the miles and the speed. Faking it until I make it. I know that great feeling is going to come back. But for now I'm just on autopilot.