Day 3,835 —Running, just as Fast as I can—

I started at a normal pace, but when I decided to go to the track, I started feeling like it might be fun to push the pace. When I finished my third mile under 6:50 and felt strong, I thought, "Let’s see how close I can get to a 40-minute 10k time."

I ran carefully while still pushing my pace on the track for the next 6 miles. I finished the 9th mile at 6:26.

I know that’s not that fast for fast guys, but for me, I have only ran around that pace during races. I remember I ran a mile around 5:30 a long time ago, but more recently my fastest miles are all around 6:30.

I was thinking more about my race and how pleased I am that I knew when to stop, and I am happy with the video I was able to make. A lot of people talk about celebrating failure, but rarely do I see people show themselves when they’re not at their best when they’re struggling. I feel like when I win or when I lose, most of the time I still give it my all, doing everything I can to keep moving in that moment.

I know I screw, fall, bleed, and quit when I get sick, and I don’t know what else to do, when I don’t have a plan— but I also know that when the sun rises tomorrow, so will I, and I’ll lace up, run, and give it everything I have, and I am not going to think about all my mistakes, I am going to focus on today— this moment, right now.