higher-athletics

For the second time in my life I cried at the finish line.
The first time was at the previous race, when I realized that I had lost more than 30 seconds per kilometer in pace during the summer break, and I had not recovered during the fall. I then decided that it was old age.
Today I got my 5.55 min/km back, and the dream of running under 55 minutes has become a little closer again. So, it's not old age yet.

It's so cool for me! How many times have I started running and always give up! I'm proud of you!