Just returned from a strenuous week in New York City I could not resist to take part in a local 10 K race. I didn't expect my year's PB but it was worse than a bad dream. After only 2 km I gasped for breath. A dreadful cough attack followed. The rest of the distance was a pure fight for the finish.
The time was still acceptable - 52:03 - within my current potential. However, I was disappointed to touch my very limits at a speed like this.
Finally there was some comfort. As there was no really fast competitor in my age group I got the cup for number 1.
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