Last hurrah for the season

One last race.  That's what I keep telling myself.  This past week has been a struggle for me mentally to get out the door and get after my runs this week.  My hamstrings hurt when I wake up and when I run.  I've had two small workouts this week to try and kick-start my system one last time.  Monday's went well.  2x300, 1x200 all at pace.   The workout went well, 38.5, 39.0, and then a 25.3.  This transfers over to a 1:42.8.  So what does this transfer over too in a race.....who knows.  I had 2 minutes rest between stuff so it's really nothing.  It's just telling my body one more time, one more race.

So I'm looking for something in me to get my ass going. I'm a performer so when the gun goes I believe that I will perform.  I hate loosing and there is no way I want to go out with my performance last week.  Plus I do this because it's something I love.  I love the win, I love the fast times and that feeling of accomplishment.  But I also love that nervous sensation that comes as I warm up, or that burning feeling in my legs when I'm pushing to the finish.  I love telling my body to push further when it's telling me to stop.

But if you have words of wisdom or encouragement to give me, please do.  Something that may help snap this feeling a little sooner than just before the gun goes.  Feel free to email me or write me here.  

There is one thing great about Belgium besides the waffles and chocolate; they serve beer at the meets. My race takes 1:46 to run....I bet I can get to the beer line before I reach 2 min