In my life, I have outrun several things. Once in 5th grade I outran my best-friend and won the mile for my class. In high school I outran many competitors. In college I would outrun my roommates to Cruchy’s for buckets of beer, and I’ve even—while intoxicated--outran an officer of the law.
However, there are things I am assuredly not faster than. I have never outrun a cheetah. Nor have I even outrun a bear. But, in all honesty, I have never laced it up against either of these animals. But, what I have been trying to outrun was this cold.
Race over, cold wins. And now I’m left with its victory chant (cough, cough, cough) all last night and today. My loss to cold didn’t prevent me from running my three, but I dropped it down to my long run pace of 8:27 pace.