I ran my first 5k today. However, as it turns out, USU doesn’t know how to measure. It was only about a 4.25 k. My wife, who has been very consistent in her times (within 10 seconds or so), finished the race 7 minutes early. We went to Google maps, and sure enough, the race was way off. We were nowhere close to 5k.
Anyway, I discovered today that I’m a mean person. The race was hard for me because I have only run once in the past month. But I buckled down, and ran the entire 5k…er, 4.25k without stopping to walk. In the final stretch, my wife was about 40 yards ahead of me, and two girls were about 30 yards behind. Well, right at the end I could hear the girls making their move. They were getting closer and closer. I picked up the pace, and so did they. By the very end, they were right behind me, but I managed to stay ahead of them, and finish in front.
It kind of felt good, but then I realized these poor girls had probably said to themselves, ‘let’s beat that guy in the green shirt. They had set a simple goal, and I had to go be a stinker and keep them from achieving that goal. I probably ruined their day. I really felt pretty bad about it, I could have slowed up and let them pass me.
So there you have it, revelation of the night. I’m a stinker.
But, I’m no longer angry. The final play was tonight. And I will miss it.