Let me toot my own horn for a minute.
I am not a fast runner. I don’t even consider myself a runner. Last night, I was informed differently. I was told if you run, you’re a runner. So Ill admit it, Im a runner, but not a fast one.
Every year in Dallas, there is a 5k run, Jingle Bell Run , that goes around downtown, sorta. I thought, why not. My last 5k , in July, my time was 33-something. I set a goal. Under 30 minutes and Ill be stoked.
I ran with guys at work to hope to keep my pace up. One of them is fast, even if he says hes not. I decided to stay with him to pace me. And by stay with him, I mean chase after him the whole race.
So we ran.
I missed the first mile marker and kept thinking “I know were not going that slow” The next thing I knew we turned the corner and the 2nd mile marker was in site, right at 20 minutes. (We crossed the start line after the clock started so I knew we were making good time)
Then I smelled food, we have to be close.
Then I saw the end and I took off.
When I crossed the finish line , I was hoping for 29:29.
I looked at the watch,
That’s right. I beat my previous time by 5 MINUTES.
To a lot of people that’s not fast, to me it is. I can only hope to get to under 27 minutes one day. For now, Ill be proud of what I finished with.