I started running last September. I had to lose weight and get my priorities back in line or die
young. There is a 10k every May I thought I would train for. I found the right shoe and I run 20 to
30 miles a week now and enjoy most of them. I have dropped 35 lbs and feel better than I ever have.
I wanted to get a race experience under my belt, so I entered the local Heart Run 5k. The weather
was gorgeous. I started in the middle of the pack. Mile marker 1 was there before I knew it. 8:50. I
felt great. I was going a little faster than my training pace, but I thought that was OK. Mile
marker 2 was 17:50. I was feeling a little winded, but was OK. At 2.5 miles, I thought I was going
to die. I knew I was running faster than I had trained, but boy was I burning. Then I noticed I had
been running with an older lady that had a huge smile and was just a chatter box. That is when I
decided to suck it up and finish strong. Funny how strong a motivator the male ego is. I finished at
27:40. That is not a great time for you guys, but I am ecstatic. The race also was insight that I
have not been training correctly for the 10k. I guess I should increase my mileage slowly, but
significantly to be ready in May. I wanted to finish the 10k in less than an hour, but now I am
thinking 1:10 would be fine.
I wish I had discovered years ago how much fun running could be.
Regards,
Richard