Friday, October 12, 2012
Wanna be a runner?
My first 5K was two years ago. I was very proud of my time. An impossibly-thin friend I had not seen since high school saw me after the race and asked me what my time was. I proudly told her (note that I am not writing it here).
“That’s a great run for a 10K,” she said.
“Oh, that was for the 5K,” I said.
Her face said the rest.
Since that time, I’ve entered more races, and I’ve run better times. I set my PR when I was running with my best friend. She had done the couch to 5K training plan. I assumed her 5K time would be like my first 5K time. We stayed together the first two miles. By the third, she was still talking, and I knew I was in trouble.
“Are you OK?” she asked.
“Just. Can’t. Talk,” I managed to get out during breaths. “Go. Ahead. Save. Yourself.”
And off she went to the finish line. She later swears she wasn’t trying to beat me – just the guy who was speed walking ahead of us. It didn’t matter, my pride was too tired to care.
You get that there’s nothing to make you feel more alive than almost dying en route.