Do the Math
One hundred and five people run a 5K race. Sarcasmom is the 68th runner to cross the finish line. All things being equal, what number will Sarcasmom be when there are 30,00 people running?
When I ran the 5K (3.1 miles) it was a small group, gathered to raise money for the high school Sarcasmo & Sarcas-sis attended and graduated from. There were no wave corrals. Everyone just gathered at the starting line and took off when the horn sounded.
I could not figure for the life of me, why the race seemed so hard. It was only my second organized race, but from my training runs I expected to hate the first few minutes, then settle into the pace and enjoy the run. Those first few minutes sure seemed to be lasting a long time.
The reason for that became clear when my Runkeeper phone app signaled the five minute mark and announced that I was running an 8 minute, 11 second mile.
I didn't know I could do that.
My version of running is more like an eleven and a half minute mile lope. Considering that a year ago I was alternating running one block with walking the next, I am happy to be logging miles, even at that pace.
It was like being in traffic. I didn't know I was going that fast because I was just keeping up with the runners around me. I had no expectation of winning the race, or even my age group. As I said, it was a small group that turned out, but we ran the gamut from "never ran a step in my life before this" to "all decked out in the running gear and has stretched every muscle in my body, twice'. So I slowed it down, and finished the race with a 9:52 min/mile average.
On the drive home, after doing the Rocky up the Art Museum steps with Sarcas-sis and the CP, Sarcasdad asked if I had taken in the pretty scenery on my run. From the car we could see Boathouse Row with all the trees blooming in amazing color. I hadn't . All I saw was the asphalt of Martin Luther King Drive and the back of the person in front of me.
The next time I went out for a 7 mile training run, I reminded myself that I only need to get to the end. So I kept to my 11 min./mile pace , listened to my music and enjoyed the journey.
On Sunday, Sarcasmo Jr. and I are taking part in the Broad Street Run, a 10 mile trek through Philadelphia. We have slotted ourselves into the yellow wave corral for the 10 to 12 minute milers. I am looking forward to enjoying the run.