34k passed. 35k. 36k. I forced my legs to keep going, enforced positive self-coaching. I knew that at some point, I would regain power. My pace dropped from around 5’51” to around 6’51”; this was a 3/10 pace with a 9/10 effort. It was alright.
Remember when I said “I would tag along” when the pacers caught up? That plan was good - except I couldn’t keep up with them.
I accepted I would probably not beat my own PR as I had expected to do.
14/x
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