So, I was running at the track last night. I did 5k in 41 min., not my best time. I saw a young 20 something, serious jogger come in. I've seen him before. I engaged in conversation, "Signed up for any races this year?" He said he was doing the Tough Mudder.
"It's not that bad, actually," he said. F that, I thought. I told him that I was 50, and I won't do more than a 5k race now as my pace is too slow. (I ran the Hog Jog 10k three or four years ago in 79 minutes).
He told me to keep working at it, a little farther each day, you'll get back to 10k. I think he missed the part where I said I was 50. I thanked him for his encouragement.
I can't believe that I ran a 7:37 mile pace when I was 21. Damn I was fast. It floors me to think of it now. And, I was the slowest guy in my PE class. And, I puked my guts out on that run.
Oh, and, he told me that they hire a comedian to chirp the runners on the obstacles. 😂
And, hey, our Curate jogs. I tried to interest her in the 5k Remember Run in Waterloo. (I did it two years ago in 37 min.).
A Runner's World article that I read once said that if you want to run farther, you have to run [train] farther.
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