This week (Tuesday, May the 5th, not that anyone’s keeping track), I ran 5km.
This is by no means a momentous occasion. Many people do that twice over on their standard runs, and they probably do it faster than I did my 5. Nonetheless, it’s the first time that I’ve managed to do it (and measure it) and I’m proud of myself for sticking to the goal I’d set for myself. (Uh, also I’m proud of myself for not throwing up at any point during the exercise. What? I like my shoes, alright? They’re pretty.)
So, yes. Good news. I can run 5km. Apparently, according to Bok, I run so slowly, however, that surely my math has to be off. I can’t seriously have run that slowly, can I? Wow. Boy, do I ever feel motivated to keep running.
Bok fully admits that he takes his running very seriously. Having proven (thanks Google Earth!) that no, my math is not suspect, he declared me a victim of Lazy Runner Syndrome*, and promptly attempted to sign me up for a race.
(* What? No Wikipedia entry you say? Oh, that would be because it doesn’t exist, and the jerk made it up. Yes, that’s right. I called him a jerk. I also told him that to his face, so we’re cool.)
Right, the race.
I dislike races. I tolerate them usually because they double as fund-raising events for charities, but I hate the crush and the crowd. Worse still, Bok informs me that they call your name out as you cross the finish line? Good gods, I definitely do not need anyone who happens to be milling around the finish line area to know that that particular red-faced, sweaty heap of a girl, dry-heaving next to the lamp post, has a name! And a slow and disappointing race time!
* shudder *
I know the whole “you’re not racing against everyone else, you’re racing against you!” argument, and I agree wholeheartedly with it. That’s why I do my running by myself. The clock (also known as my iPod) is impartial. It will tell me how well I’m doing. I really don’t need to see that I’ve placed 1,183rd out of 2,063 runners for that.
In spite of all this, I’m thinking of signing myself up for one. Not the one Bok suggested, as my May is already far too busy, but maybe July (since June will be taken up with dragonboating madness).
(As an aside, for those of you wondering, no, dragonboat races do not count in my dislike of races. Your standard dragonboat race day consists of maybe 15-20 minutes of hard work leisurely spread out over a long day of hanging out in the sunshine with friends and plenty of snack food.)
My main motivation running a race this summer isn’t any of what you might think. My reason for signing up would be to get Bok off his ass. He has been slowly badgered, over these past few weeks, back into his former habit of running by my constant chatter and pestering him with technique questions. As part of his attempt to cajole me into signing up for a 5k, he offered to run the 10k version of the same race. Which would be good for him. He’s been half-training for a marathon for years now.
So. I’m not going to run any race because I want to. That desire might exist one day, but it’s definitely not there right now. I’m signing myself up for a race this summer because I’ve decided that my good deed this season will be to get Bok to start running seriously again, regularly enough that he’ll run the fall marathon.
Also, I’m going to improve my time, damnit, and kick his ass. Who said I’m not into competition?
Update: Looks like July’s out, as races are a little sparse that month. While I would have liked to do the “Do It For Dad” race (fundraising for colon cancer relief), the timing seems best for this race. I’ve sent it to Bok, and we’ll see if he takes me up on it. The gauntlet is down, bitches! Umm, in a completely healthy and mutually supportive way, of course.