So I ran a 5K Friday evening, my first running beyond fifty feet in about three weeks, and I had my worst case of pre-race nerves ever. Fatigue set in quickly, as to be expected, but for the duration of the run/walk (yeah, had to walk a couple times, blah), I focused more on keeping a short stride (resulting in some iffy mechanics) and limiting my intensity (which ended up not mattering since I was already sucking hard just from lack of recent activity). At least there was no pain at the injury site. I think I was happier to have just finished the race without breaking something (much like the half-marathon only a month ago *sigh*) rather than miffed at having to walk a couple times. Progression, progression, progression... geez, I'm impatient, yet scared at the same time.
Conflicted? Slightly
