I’m not going to claim my time was fast, but I’m happy enough with coming in second in my age / sex group in a small five-kilometer run NYU hosted yesterday and tenth overall that I can’t help posting about it.
I’m not bragging. The race didn’t have meaningful competition: I finished several minutes behind the winner and there were only 127 runners, many of whom walked most of it, but I haven’t run since injuring my leg playing ultimate in June or July, so I was mildly injured and my training was burpees.
I’m just saying I enjoyed running in the brisk weather faster than I would have without the event.
I would have finished faster but my shoelace came untied and I had to stop to tie it—my responsibility and no complaints, but looking at my 7:04 minute per mile pace, I wonder if I might have finished with a sub-7:00 pace otherwise.
That’s what happens when you don’t prepare.
Anyway, if my right leg would recover and I trained I could have had a nice run. Maybe in the Spring. Like I wrote before, “Confidence and pride in your body feels better than chocolate tastes.” Not that I’m incredibly fit, but it feels great to be in decent shape.
Here’s my little award:
I’m not proud. I’m just saying I got it.
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