04/04/2022
So I ran a race for the first time this past weekend since the DC Half Marathon last September.
I got swept up in the excitement within my running club and signed up for the Cherry Blossom 10 Miler lottery back in early January, even though I’d set “Beat my 5K PR” as my 2022 running goal. I figured I wouldn’t get a spot, so what was the harm?
So of course I got a spot when the lottery results came out January 19. Crap. This meant I’d have to train, meaning I’d need to get back into a regular running schedule instead of my infrequent “run when it’s not totally freezing out” winter runs.
Regardless of the weather and some occasional knee pain, I just didn’t have the motivation to run. It no longer brought me joy.
I was dreading the 10 Miler.
I got an email on February 25 about the deadline to drop down to the 5K race. I’d so far run four times since January 19. I emailed the race organizers and dropped down to the 5K.
And as soon as I got the confirmation email, I felt an enormous sense of relief.
This past Sunday I arrived early enough to cheer on some of my running club friends from the sidelines near the end of the 10 Miler, just up the block from the 5K start (another bonus to the shorter distance: 10 Miler started at 7:30am; 9:00am for us 5K-ers!).
Just before 9am, I jogged down to the back of the starting pack for the 5K, surrounded by stroller runners and folks who looked like they were taking the “walk” option of the 5K Run/Walk. It took a good 5 minutes to cross the official start time — and then we were off!
A giant smile spread across my face as I realized that the 5K is my favorite race, that the folks here near the back of the pack are my people, that I don’t have to run 10 Milers or half-marathons or marathons to be a runner. I am a runner because I run, and I run on my own terms.
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