hair on fire

The day of jogging up the sprint worked well.  I ran the sprint like my hair was on fire.  All throughout, I was consciously pushing to the limit.  The only thing that slowed me, I thought, was the uneven nature of the pavement, the holes, the cracks, and the water puddles.  When I finished and looked at the time I said, “#$%$!”  I was truly thinking this might be the record breaker.  I could’ve ran a fraction faster at the start, I guess, because I looked down at the watch instead of accepting the time had started since I had heard the beep.  These thoughts even went through my head—why do I check things to make sure even when I know they are right?
I’ve decided to do 70 pull-ups every time I go running in the morning.  This should be easy because I do kind of a pyramid structure—start out with a few pull-ups, then increase, then decrease.  Then at the end, I can do however many I need to bring the total to 70.