Crazy day today. Got to the meet, and the weather was perfect. Slight breeze, overcast, and about 73 degrees. Perfect day for running until... the thunder and lightning started up. Was a little bit concerned about not running at that point, but they let us out to go warmup only 30 minutes behind schedule. Amazingly, the weather felt even better after a brief downpour, so I felt optimistic.
Before the race started, I decided that I wasn't gonna worry about splits, pacing, or any of that crap. There's a time and place for it, but that wasn't now. I took off my watch, stepped up to the starting line, and went ham. Got out quick, and got about a 69 for my first lap. Stuck right around there (guessing by effort) for the next lap. 3rd lap I started to drop the pace hard. Coach said that I was way under for BYU, but I kept going faster. Last 300, there were 6 guys directly in front of me, and coach yelled "Next 6 Gibby!" so I went and got those next six. Finished in a 4:41, which is a solid 7-8 second PR for me.
As awesome as that was, I'm even more amazed at my teamates. Tyler Phillips got spiked right off the line, and he PR'd by like 6 seconds. He's going to go get stitches right now. Awesome dude.
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