5000 Meters

The last time I ran a 5k was probably 3+ years ago when I ran cross country. The only thing I remember about it is that I loved racing with my teammates and mid-race I was ALWAYS thinking how painful the distance was and that I never wanted to do another short race. Only to finish, high five all my speedy friends who run much faster than I do, and sign up for another short and fast race.

Team BSK.

On Sunday I'm giving the 5k another go. Jeffrey (for those of you who have forgotten my good friend Jeffrey - he is the one who competed against Steven last year in the Boise Boys Showdown. In bright pink.) has offered to pace me to a PR. My PR is somewhere in the 18:40ish range, but was in a triathlon, so I am pretty sure it does not count.

Jeffrey is sure we can go sub-18. On an uphill finish course. I was questioning sub-19 until he started going on and on about sub-18 and I decided why not, 17:xx sounds nice. So sub-18 or bust it is.

I am hoping Jeffrey shows up in a spectacular outfit so we can get a picture I will laugh at for the entire year. Something that shows his ability to simply jog next to me at sub-6 pace for 5000 meters, while I am losing a lung, my heart is threatening failure and my legs have turned to jello. In other words - something that depicts my feeling of near-death while Jeffrey works on moving my pain threshold barrier just a bit further outside its current zone, all while trying to make me laugh. Because in the end, we will be running 5000 meters at my max speed for fun.