Friday Night under the lights 5k at Western Oregon didn't go well at all. I don't even want to say 5k race because it was really slow and bad. So even though the race was Friday night it took me a couple of days to figure out whether or not I shoulld blog about this and what the title should be, so here it is.

About a mile into the race a guy starts drafting off of me, something that I don't really care about. It doesn't bother me- it was windy and cold that night. He then gets in front of me and I stay behind him. It feels like he's slowing down so I go to pass him and get in front of him again. After the start/finish we go around the turn and he says to me "you're slowing down". Now in all my years of racing I've never had somebody tell me I'm slowing down, but then again I've never ran this slow. So I yell back to him, "then go around". And I'll admit, I was thinking- what a jerk this guy is. You tell somebody they're slowing down in a race. Yeah I can tell I'm slowing down buddy, thanks forthe ingsight.

So after a few seconds he says let's run this together. He passes me again and is lane 2 as we get towards 200 meters and he's pointing into lane 1 like he wants me to get there and run the race as teamwork. I never made it back up there.

After the race he comes up to me and apoligizes basically saying that he wasn't trying to be a jerk about it, but just trying to get me going again. He knew I was slowing down and wanted a little help to get back up to the front.

So I'll admit at first I was thinking this guy was a jerk BUT it was def really cool that he tried to help me out, it's just too bad it didnt work out at all. So if he reads this- no hard feelings.