I ran 5Ks back in the 80’s. Okay, maybe I did 2. I ate donuts the night before and carb loaded on candy and coffee. I had no clue. Fast forward to January 2008, when Kim and I did our first 5K.
Since then, a 12K in San Francisco, Sacramento Zoo Zoom 5k, and Rina’s Mother’s Day 5K this past weekend in Ripon CA.
I’m feeling a little guilty that I don’t want to run more. Lots of bloggers are 10K, Half and Full Marathoners. Where are the little 5Kers? I was recently at a school when I was sort of, well really bragging about my 5K to another teacher, and she pops off with she is trying to qualify for Boston. I’m like, HELLO? Boston? Yeah, that would be really cool. She proceeds to say that after that, she is doing the 50 mile Folsom to where-ever-hell-50-miles-from-Folsom-is…
Do I really need to be running more? Longer? Really? Truly, the runners I like don’t do the One-Upsmanship bit. We all run against our own time, our pace, our bodies. The only time I really race is the last 20 seconds, or when I see the clock. But, I’m racing against me. That’s all.
Long live the 5K.