Guy 1: I don’t know about a 5k. I haven’t done one in a while and I wouldn’t know how to pace myself.
Guy 2: You don’t pace yourself in a 5k. You just run until your eyes bleed.
I couldn’t have put it better myself (and yes, this conversation actually happened).
As I was mindlessly logging the most miles I could in a minimal amount of time this morning, my mind wondered into the world of running oblivion and I found myself thinking about how much I loathe 5ks. To me, a 5k is a solid sprint. No stopping. No water breaks. No pacing. Just haul and haul fast. 5ks don’t allow you the time to pace through side stitches or take in the scenery. It’s heads down, arm pupping, speed attempts. I would gladly run a half marathon before I ran a 5k – no exaggeration.
The last 5k I did was in March of 2010. It was a small race, so lucky for me I did well enough to place, but I know that my time could have improved.
Given my extreme disdain for 5k, I think I should sign up for one before Boston. It will only take a bit-size amount of the morning and it is always the things that are most difficult to achieve that we should go after (added bonus: I can convince Chicken Face to run a 5k with me!). I’ll most likely bitch and complain the entire way through, but in the end, I’ll be happy I did it. Now here is where I need your help, do you know of any 5ks in northern California in the next couple of months?
Also, how do you feel about 5ks? How do you get through them?
Day 62: Five very sleepy miles.