Today I had a flash back to my junior year of high school. It was during the track season that year, that I taught my younger sister how to triple jump. I had been doing it for just over a year, and I wasn’t fantastic by any stretch of the imagination. But I was okay. My track coach thought that my sister would be good at it too; after all, we have the same build. So, I showed her the technique and gave her a few pointers, and helped her to measure out her run-up distance. I critiqued her first few attempts and pretty much sent her on her way. The next meet….she beat me.
Today, Tim ran a 5K around town after he got home from work. His first race is coming up in a few weeks and it is the same race that was my first race last year: The Chariots of Cheese (sounds impressive, huh?) Last year, I went into that race having only run an entire 3.1 miles once before….and it was on the treadmill in 36 minutes (12:00 min/mile). I finished that race in 30:06 and was thrilled that I took so much time of my previous 5K. Today, Tim ran his 5K in 30:40!! His splits were 9:50, 10:08, 9:48 and :55. I’m so stinkin’ proud of him. But I have a feeling I know where this is going. 🙂
Our plan is to run the 5K together on July 17th. He wants me to pace him to finish in under 30 minutes. I have a feeling I am going to be struggling to keep up with him. I was planning to use that 5K as a recovery run for my marathon training plan. Instead, I may have to take the day before off as a rest day just so that I can adequately run with him during the race. Either way, we are going to have a ton of fun and I can’t wait to run Tim’s first race right by his side.