Well, where do I begin?...I blew up. Completely. Here I was in Arizona and I actually thought I'd have a shot, if only a slight one, at qualifying for nationals. I don't know if it was in my legs or my mind or maybe both, but something was so off. I felt like I was running through molasses. All I could think about was how I needed to be going faster than I was, but I couldn't. I was wrecked after I finished even though I got my slowest time of the season and I got beaten by girls that haven't been able to touch me all year. To sum it up, I sucked. But I can't be too mad about it...for long, at least. I can't expect myself to race my best all the time, even if I really want to...and even when it really counts. But hey, the trip was still fun. I still have amazing team mates and coaches...I even still found the fuzziest blanket of my life in a Wal-Mart around 11:00 at night. Am I happy with my race? Nope. But I guess I'm not gonna stop racing or running so I might as well get over it.