I’ve been meaning to write this painful post since November. The holidays, life. It takes up time. Here I am sitting down to write this and trying to figure out exactly how to convey the heartache that perhaps only a runner can understand. A crazy, obsessive, competitive (with self) long-distance runner. After meditating on the right choice of words, I think perhaps the answer is none. I think the numbers speak for themselves. But first some brief back story.

I’ve been chasing a new PR (Personal Record) for a while. Between a busy life detracting from my running schedule, extreme humidity, and getting a stupid nasty cold a week before a race, a new personal best has eluded me. I felt so great during the Big Sur Half Marathon that I ran last November that I thought maybe the time had come. Allow me to share my standing PR, which I earned in 2012:

2012 Disneyland Half Marathon

FINISH – 02:39:55

and now allow me to share my most recent race results…

2013 Big Sur Half Marathon

FINISH – 02:39:56

One. Second.

Ouch.

And that’s all I have to say about that.