First 5k
…and maybe the last. This weekend I ran my first “fun run” 5k. It was not exactly fun. 3.1 miles is not the far right? It is when every sport you have ever played from the age of 6 is a fast twitch sport that never required distance running. You know it’s not good when you are trying to beat 11 year old kids and are being passed by the 10Kers that left 20 minutes before you and run past you chatting it up like they have all the energy in the world. Me, after 1 mile, no talking as all focus is on breathing and trying not to die. I ran it in 30 minutes which is far from great but not horrible considering this was the longest I have ever run at once, distance and time, without stopping in my entire life.
The main reason I did it was a promise to the wife who is a crazy distance runner and is currently training for a marathon. I told her I would run a 5K with her at least once and I figured I might as well get it over with. I had previously flaked out on a St. Patrick’s Day Dash as I hadn’t trained enough. Training for this 5K consisted of working up from 1 mile to 2.5 miles a few days before the race. She was convinced she could convert me to a distance runner (I’ve been a sprinter my whole live) and after all this training and the run itself she is now convinced I am a horrible distance runner with little hope.
In the end it was a for a good cause, ovarian cancer, but now my distance (yup, 5K is distance for me) running career may now be officially over.
