I decided a couple weeks ago that I would punish my body and try the Fifth Third Riverbank run coming up in May. Since it would be my first “race”, I thought I should stick to the short, 5k run. But I’m a glutton for punishment and am up for a challenge, so I decided I should give the 10k a shot.
Being that the temperature has been, on average, below 20 degrees for the last couple weeks, I’ve been limited to only running on the treadmill so far. All I can say is that I hope it’s a lot easier running on solid ground as opposed to a thin piece of rubber moving at a high rate of speed. The longest I’ve run since I’ve started this adventure is only a little over 2 miles…I’ve got a long way to go.
Last night I made the mistake of trying to see how fast I could run 1 mile…I really need to have my head checked. I hit the start button and hit the psuedo-pavement at 8mph…20 seconds later…9mph…a few seconds more…up to 10mph. I proceeded to put my life in danger for about a whole minute and thirty seconds, before promptly going back down to 8mph….then to 7…then to 6, which is where I ultimately finished.
So, how did I fare you ask? Well, I didn’t even make it a whole mile; I stopped at about 3/4 of a mile. I don’t think I’ll ever do that again. So tonight, it’s back to normal…hopefully I can settle down and find a nice pace and try to make it 3 miles tonight.