Did my hometown 8K on Memorial Day, which was a lot of fun for a number of reasons, primarily because it goes by the house I grew up in, the house where my mom still lives, and I remember being a kid and standing in my front yard and watching the runners go by. That's how long they've been doing this race.
This was maybe my fourth or fifth time to run it, and while I didn't PR by any means, the two formerly demoralizing hills did not break me. The old break-it-into-small-chunks method served me well. "Stay in your rhythm until the next mailbox...and the next...and the next..." And so on.
And it of course thrilled me when my 13-year-old placed second in his age division. He was running with my younger brother, the very fit tennis coach, and it goes without saying that they both came in several minutes ahead of me. A great day all around.