Stepping out of the car this morning, I didn't have particularly high hopes for this race. The temperatures were increasing rapidly, and I had a lackluster night of sleep the night before (woke up with two women in my bed, one being my daughter). I did a few strides to warm up, and confirmed to myself, I didn't have it.
Met Mark Cohen (fellow Flyer) and made our way to the corral. Slow first mile (8:22) battling crowds, then settled into a nice second mile (7:58), heading downhill. Some time during mile 3 (9:12), I inhaled what felt like a pigeon, or a tumbleweed (most likely a bug or some pollen), which aggravated my already scuzzy lungs (I have been grappling with chest congestion for about 3 - 4 weeks now). I had a couple fits of coughing, which reduced me to a walk, just trying to get the stars to clear out of my field of vision. Passing Cat Hill (running down it this time), I picked up speed for mile 4 (8:37) and tried to salvage some of the time I lost. Crossing the 72nd street transverse, I settled into a good groove (this is just one lower loop interval), and tried to bring it home (8:08).
All in all, not thrilled with this race, since I know I'm capable of more. On the other hand, looking back on my previous times this year, I shaved 3 minutes off of my last 5 Miler (in January 2011), so I'll just say that the year of recovery continues.
As always, it was the highlight of my day to run with my daughter, who just gets such a kick of out of the kids races.