http://josheli.com/knob/2006/05/25/more-on-sub-5-dreams-fading-fast/ More knob? Unpossible! Mon, 09 Jan 2012 21:44:57 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.1 http://josheli.com/knob/2006/05/25/more-on-sub-5-dreams-fading-fast/comment-page-1/#comment-9362 Pipe dreaming a sub-five travesty » Knob Sun, 20 May 2007 02:53:37 +0000 http://www.josheli.com/knob/?p=4#comment-9362 [...] Too often I focus on the half-empty portion of any endeavor. Let me tell you about those positive splits! Look how bad I faded! My forearms were killing me! After last year’s race Gilbert predicted 4:30 in ‘07 and I was waaaaay off that! [...] [...] Too often I focus on the half-empty portion of any endeavor. Let me tell you about those positive splits! Look how bad I faded! My forearms were killing me! After last year’s race Gilbert predicted 4:30 in ‘07 and I was waaaaay off that! [...]

]]> http://josheli.com/knob/2006/05/25/more-on-sub-5-dreams-fading-fast/comment-page-1/#comment-8790 Plain Bagel Race Report » Knob Tue, 06 Mar 2007 03:41:38 +0000 http://www.josheli.com/knob/?p=4#comment-8790 [...] I could still see the leaders, maybe 350 meters ahead. They were following the lead police car and were running down the middle of the traffic lane, even though cones were set out to the side. I stayed in the cones. Finally, the promised downhill. I’d been looking forward to this half-mile stretch for two days. I felt good. Not really much pain, or not as much as I had feared. Maybe I managed it better. Maybe I wasn’t pushing hard enough. Maybe I mis-remember the pain. Maybe I compare everything to the Fila Relays (or Congress Mile) and anything else is relative cake. Maybe I was just buoyed by being in seventh place. [...] [...] I could still see the leaders, maybe 350 meters ahead. They were following the lead police car and were running down the middle of the traffic lane, even though cones were set out to the side. I stayed in the cones. Finally, the promised downhill. I’d been looking forward to this half-mile stretch for two days. I felt good. Not really much pain, or not as much as I had feared. Maybe I managed it better. Maybe I wasn’t pushing hard enough. Maybe I mis-remember the pain. Maybe I compare everything to the Fila Relays (or Congress Mile) and anything else is relative cake. Maybe I was just buoyed by being in seventh place. [...]

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