For the last few years I’ve experienced a sort of 5k curse.
I’ll miss the start, while standing 200 yards away from it.
I’ll show up late and get accused of banditing.
The race course will have mile markers are set up sporadically and backwards.
Today I ran in the opposite direction for a good 200 yards before someone told me I was going the wrong way.
Somehow I still managed to PR by almost a minute.