On Friday, I left work at 5:30 and hit the road to drive to Indianapolis. I’ve been staying with my parents in Southern Indiana for my family medicine rotation but I wanted to make the trek up to Indianapolis for a 10K on Saturday morning.
The 10K on Saturday morning was actually a 1 mile-5K-10K to benefit the new Eskenazi Hospital. I was excited to learn that Eskenazi Health has a great initiative to encourage people to be more proactive about their health. At the race, tables were set up to check blood glucose and cholesterol. There were nutritionists explaining how to make a healthy meal, all kinds of good stuff!
I had originally signed up for the 5K because my professor paid for my registration and I knew a 5K would be easy and no real commitment. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized there was no reason not to do a 10K. I normally don’t run that far (3-5 miles is my max) but, I knew I wasn’t going to die if I ran 6.2 miles. Worst case scenario, I would have to stop and walk.
Saturday morning in Indianapolis was freezing. I bundled up with a thermal shirt, a long sleeve tee-shirt, and a zip up jacket on top. Thank the lord for this jacket! The sleeves roll down into little mittens that cover your fingers. Without it, my fingers would have frozen right off. I figured there would be coffee at the registration area to help warm me up, but I was wrong! No coffee!! Granted, this is only the 2nd race I’ve ever run, so I guess I don’t know what is standard protocol, but I just assumed there would be coffee.
At the beginning of the race, I started to feel a bit nervous. I have said this before, but I am not a fitness fanatic. I haven’t run tons of races. (In fact, I’ve only run 2). I don’t run marathons or half marathons. I am a slow runner. Really slow.
As we started, there was a girl in a yellow top right in front of me. Her speed was just a bit faster than was I thought felt comfortable, so I decided to try to keep up with her. I stayed on her tail until the very end and I can’t tell you how much this helped. At the first mile, we were at a 9:25 pace (I normally run a straight 10 minute mile so this was good for me). By mile 2 it was 18 minutes and change. Mile 3 was 28 minutes 15 seconds. Mile 4 was 37 minutes. At each mile I was literally shocked. I couldn’t believe I was keeping a pace below 10 min/mile. I was feeling pretty tired, but I kept up with the girl in yellow until the last mile. I stopped to walk a second because my knee started to bother me. But I still finished in 1 hour 20 seconds for a 9:45 pace.
All you people who run 7 minute miles- don’t judge me. I was pretty proud of myself for running the farthest and fastest I’ve ever run without taking a long walking break. I’ve never in my life run 5 miles in under 50 minutes. Definitely not 6 miles in under 60 minutes! I met up with my friend Sam who ran the 5k that morning:
I tend to get intimidated by all the amazing people out there who are running marathons like it’s nobodies business. I’ve always been pretty settled in my little running routine- 3 miles in 30 minutes and that’s it. But after this weekend, I know I won’t die if I push myself a little harder. In fact, I might actually run faster and farther than I thought I could.
Do you feel settled in your running distance and speed? Or are you always trying to push yourself to be faster and go farther?
How do you motivate yourself to run harder than you thought you could?
What’s the farthest you’ve ever run?