The last time I ran this fast in a 5k was 8 years ago. The morning of that race, I skipped breakfast. I counted the calories in my pre-race meal. I celebrated my PR with protein ice cream. Yesterday, I woke up at 3:30AM so I could eat a full breakfast before the race. I counted to make sure I ate enough carbs. I celebrated my PR with a full fat, full sugar latte and croissant with my mom 🫶 I spent so many years of my life carefully controlling everything I ate, convinced that restriction was an important part of training. It took a lot of trust and faith (and therapy lol) to flip that belief. When I committed to recovery, I didn’t believe I would be faster on the other side—I just knew I had no other options. There are past versions of myself that are lighter, leaner, and “look fitter”, but I’m finally in a place where I can confidently say that no past version of myself would beat me now. I have never felt stronger or enjoyed racing more. I’m not where I want to be yet, but I k...