Yesterday, I ran my fastest ever 5k. I felt great, the weather was warm and sunny, and I loosen up quick in those conditions. I ran hard right out of the gate and finished my first mile in just 7:25. I then eased up for the last two miles and ran closer to my normal 8 minute pace, and finished in under 24 minutes for the first time at 23:58.
It's hard to believe that seven months ago, when I started running, I labored on a treadmill to run 2.15 miles in 30 minutes, and I ached in fifteen different muscles the next morning. I am proud of my progress.
This upcoming Sunday I am running in a Father's Day 5k in Fulton, New York. It's in memoriam of a guy like me, who was 35 with two young kids before having a heart attack and dying. Sad story, and it makes me appreciative of my health and my family both.
Last year this race had about 140 participants. So this will be smaller than the 1200 runners I ran with 10 days ago in the Paige's Butterfly Run, but bigger than the 20 or so people I ran against last week in the 5k-that-wasn't.
I hope to get two more practice runs in this week, one tomorrow afternoon and one Friday afternoon. The goal, right now, is to continue to improve my finish times and maintain my health in the process.
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