On Saturday I ran another 5K. The last time I did that was two years ago, and I’d been building up to it for a while. While practicing and training for it, I’d decided that after the race I had no need to ever run again. No need and no desire. That part still holds true, and is part of why we didn’t train at all this time. I’ve really let my health and fitness slip the past 8 or so months. It’s a shame.
But that’s probably why it was easy to guilt myself into signing up for this 5K this time around. Mary and Jefferson were gonna do it, so… I had to or I was a wuss.
Like I said, we didn’t train. We ran twice, a month ago. That was just Jefferson and I. Mary didn’t run at all that we know of.
So at 7:30am on a Saturday, after driving an hour to get to my school of all places, we ran our 5K. It was Jefferson’s first, my second, and Mary used to run cross country, so she’s old hat.
Jefferson ended his race at #24 and first place in his age group. Mary ended #41 and 2nd place in her age group. And I ended at #177, surprisingly still taking 2nd place in my own age group, which is much older than those two.
The astounding part was that I only took 30 seconds longer to run this unprepared-for race than I did to run the race I trained 4+ days per week for, months in advance. I’m going to call that a win.
But like before, I’m fairly determined to never run again. I’m still so sore, and it’s been 4 days…