Peachtree was yesterday morning.

I didn't run very well.

I was kind of out of it from the beginning. I'm not sure exactly why I ran poorly, and honestly it's kind of getting exhausting trying to find a reason (excuse) for not doing well. Everybody is quick to come up with good reasons for why things were bad. The weather was bad, the course was hilly, something hurt, training has been less than ideal, blah, blah. Some of those things might have been the problem, but I just didn't compete, and wasn't willing to hurt enough. There's of course a bright side - realizing that I really don't belong (and can't) with runners of that caliber keeps my ever-swaying ego in check for the time being. Keeping that balance between useful confidence and baneful arrogance is good. Now that I'm feeling mostly uninjured, I can do some more serious training and rely on that to try to do something worthwhile in the fall. This sport, I tell ya - It makes you crazy.