Thanks to two great 5k race series offers, I’ve somehow ended up registering for five races in seven weeks. And I think it’s just what I need.
There is a lot written about not racing too often, but it seems most of it—almost all of it, really—is about marathons. The 5k is seen as a beginner’s race, which is frankly ridiculous. Do we say 1500 meter runners in the Olympics are lesser athletes than 5000 meter runners? Of course not. So let’s set aside the elitism of distance over speed, and accept that part of being a runner is finding your distance. If that’s the marathon, more power to you. And if it’s the 5k, that’s great too. (If it’s the 1500, sadly, you’re out of luck because you’ll never find track races for those between school age and Senior Olympics age, but I digress…)
For me—at least right now—the 5k is the perfect distance. It’s fast enough that I get to run fast. It’s long enough that my mediocre foot speed doesn’t kill my results. It’s short enough that I can train without neglecting the other parts of my life (husband, father, academic, time-waster, etc.). And best of all, it’s brief enough that races are fantastic training as they are productive rather than destructive. (Marathon, I’m looking at you!)
As I posted yesterday, Runner’s World suggests that one of the key training mistakes is that runners do their easy runs too hard and their hard runs too easy. So it seems to me that a 5k race—or even five of them in seven weeks—is the perfect way to make sure my hard runs are hard indeed.
Oh, and I just finished the first of those races: a bit over 21 minutes, or a rather disappointing 6:55/mile. Still almost thirty seconds per mile off my spring PR and awfully far from my 19-something goal. There are several factors behind this. It’s really hot here in south Texas just now (80 degrees and 90% humidity at race time). It was winding trail run and not a fast paved course. But most of all, I’m clearly not yet back to race shape.
But I think today helped get me there.