This morning, I was scheduled to run a 5K with my dad and stepmom. The 5K benefits the Youth Orchestras of San Antonio, which is a big deal in my family since nearly everyone is in some way involved with music, symphonies, orchestras, etc. I signed up for this one and was looking forward to it, because I haven't been able to run much lately. Then, on Wednesday, a major cold front blew through San Antonio, and we dropped overnight from the mid-90s to the mid-40s. With that front came some sort of bug, and within hours, I was plagued with a chest/sinus/throat illness. Ugh.
Unfortunately, while I do feel much better today than I did a few days ago, I was still coughing all night, and the last thing I wanted to do was aggravate my lungs so much that I caught bronchitis again, as I seem to be very susceptible to catching bronchitis these last few years. I decided to play it safe, and walk this 5K. To make sure I did so, I dressed in jeans, a regular bra, and a tshirt - clothes that would be absolutely uncomfortable to run in, so that I wouldn't get tempted to start running once I was crossing the start line. It's a good thing I did this, because I was definitely tempted to run many times. I kept saying, "I could just run slow, I'd be okay..." but then I couldn't, not in those clothes. So I managed to walk the whole course.
I'd never run this particular area before, which took us through the streets in Alamo Heights, a small - and very wealthy - city embedded in the middle of San Antonio. It was a beautiful route where we passed many old, rich, fancy houses. It was also a very hilly route, which made it much more difficult at times for the 5K, another reason it's probably good I didn't run today! I'm too sick for big hills!
Because I wasn't running, I didn't bring my heart rate monitor or a watch or anything. I had no idea what pace I was going, but I hoped I was keeping up a 16-min mile, which is about the best I've walked in the past. A 17-min mile is closer to my normal. I really hoped to walk the 5K in 48-50 mins. When I came around the last corner and saw the clock in the distance, I thought it said 48-something, and I was pleased. Then I got closer and saw that it said 43-something.
My official time, walking, in non-athletic clothes, with a chest cold, on hills, was 43:34. That is a 14:03/mile pace, and is only 8 minutes exactly faster than my best running 5K time (35:34). Holy donkeys. Wow.
This is me after the walk. I was flabbergasted and ecstatic. Seriously? I kept up a 14-min-mile pace? I don't think I've EVER walked that fast before. I used to RUN slower than that! I didn't even know it was possible for me to walk faster than a 16-min mile. I'm elated. This is just awesome.
Afterwards, my family went to breakfast with my dad, stepmom, and half-sister, and now we all can't wait to do our next run! We're starting to look into future 5Ks already. :D