I like to pretend I am a runner. I do run, although I'm sure some actual runners might contest that. But let's face it, I'm on the wrong side of 35, and I have birthed 5 children. I wasn't that fast before the extra 25 pounds decided they didn't want to leave, and time has not improved things a whole lot. So I am pretty happy to get out there in my running shoes and shuffle along pretending like I'm cool like that. I want to point out that we live on a military base. The Navy folks have to run 1.5 miles for their PFT. Yep, a whole 1.5 miles. I may be a little embarrassed when they all dash by me in their zippy yellow and black PFT gear, but I definitely feel gloaty and triumphant when they turn around, and I know I'm going to run more than twice as far as they are. (And some of 'em can't even do the 1.5. Hah!)
But enough about me. I have more about me to cover. I do run. And I do like to read about running. My favorite running blog is The Boring Runner. And he has a virtual 5k. I decided I needed to actually do a 5k to prove I might actually be an official Runner. So I did. Today- Saturday, was the appointed race date.
I confess, I ran mine on Thursday. I had to be somewhere else this morning, but I still wanted to participate in this landmark occasion. So, Thursday morning I abandoned my smallest tricycle motors and ran my course alone. I had a personal goal to do sub 10 minute miles, which I made, but my unicorns peeing rainbows goal was to run it in under 30 minutes. The rotten thing was that it was a muggy 72 degrees when I went out there at 9:30am. Ug. Humidity stinks, and 72 degrees of it in January is just wrong! But I had a race to run!
My course: a lovely 4+ mile loop from my front door, down the roadside trail, past the flightline and back. I like to walk the first and last 1/2 mile or so, which works perfectly for me to run 3.5 miles regularly. Its all road and pavement trail, and not too shabby. This day, I was just doing the 3.2 miles.
Sometimes, when I run, I get to watch the jets take off and land. It's pretty cool, but pretty loud too.
This is what I usually get to push when I run. And this is the end of the trail where we turn around and head back. A very boring course. Which is why it is so much more fun when you get to watch the planes take off and land.
Here is my official time. Mock me not! Sadly, this is a decent time for me, although as I mentioned, I had hoped to make it in under 30 minutes. I think I must need some competition, because I was faster on the last (fine, also my first and only!) 5k in December. Of course, it was also a good deal colder then...
So, to sum up....
I ran all by myself, which was boring and not very competitive. It was hot and humid and I was glad I wore my black shorts that don't show the sweat. I think freezing my thorns off would have been more helpful. But I ran, and I met my realistic goal and now I have something to shoot for next time. Thanks Boring Runner!!
