Saturday morning at 7:30am I ran the Rothman 8k. It was 19• when I woke up at 5:45am. Have I ever mentioned that I don’t like the cold or the morning?? I did not want to get out of my warm bed but I did and I’m glad I did. Not every race goes as planned and since I really didn’t have a plan for this race I can’t be disappointed with how I did. Point blank I didn’t want to run the race. I hadn’t wanted to do this race all week. Sometimes doing things you don’t want to do is beneficial. It’s a good way to test your ability and to gain strength–I ran the race even though my heart and my head weren’t in it. The course was nice and my time was significantly better than the last 8k I ran which made my decision to race worth it. This race was beneficial. It wasn’t a PR(not even close) but it was a season PR. I haven’t been able to train consistently because I’ve been struggling with migraines, an infection in my toe, cuts on my heels, feeling sick from taking an antibiotic to fight the infection, and feeling overly tired from not being able to fall asleep. I am in bed for hours staring at the ceiling before I can fall asleep some nights. Insomnia is a reoccurring issue that I have been dealing with for over 10 years. It periodically comes and goes. I’ve been discouraged with running lately because my training has been halted or interrupted so many times since September. The thought of another ‘bad’ race was making me not want to race. I ran 32:06 and that’s okay because I have a few weeks to refocus and get my training back to some type of consistency. The season isn’t over yet. I still have hope that the final races can end the season on a positive note.