Oh 5k, how I loathe thee. You would think that because you are such a short distance compared to other races I have run, that I would think you are a breeze, but this is not the case. Sprinting for 3.1 miles is not my idea of fun. Constantly pushing at your pace threshold for that long of a time is really quite exhausting.
It is the only distance that makes me so nauseated the last half mile that I think I may vomit on a spectator (sorry in advance, you shouldn’t wear new shoes and stand so close to the finish line). I ran a 5k training run yesterday, and decided that the training run was more painful that running Goofy’s race and a half challenge. Oh yes, I went there.
Don’t get me wrong, Goofy was painful, but in an achy-my-whole-body-hurts kind of way. I wasn’t gasping for breathe or ready to collapse at the finish line during marathon weekend. My sides didn’t cramp and my stomach wasn’t upset. It’s just a different kind of pain that I can’t explain to non-distance runners. Granted, I ate terribly all weekend and haven’t been getting the proper sleep, but that 3.1 miles was still really tough for me.
I had 3 miles of shame to run thanks to the 49er’s losing, so I made it 3.1 for good measure.
Even though I loathe this distance more than my dogs hate bath time, I still continue to sign up for them. Why? Well, that’s a great question. For one, they are local, so it’s a chance to race and not have to drive far. Two, I don’t have to train for months like I do a half or full marathon, and three, I love competition. The thrill of crossing a finish line is just too much for me to stay away from, no matter the distance.
So, I will continue to run 5k’s, because I love to run. It’s what I do. I hate the race while running it, but as soon as I cross I am ready to sign up for another one. So who is ready to run? I have two 5k’s on my calendar in the next month.
QOTD: The 5k: love it or loathe it?