The kid trash talked for most of the week leading up to the 5K on Saturday. He felt sure he was going to run the entire 5K while I was only going to "run" the 5K. Well, I haven't really trained for this one. I was pretty much planning on walking it. I've tried multiple times to do the C25K training, but every time I end up with my knees feeling less than stellar, so I've stopped and semi-throw in the towel. I HATE running, but the control freak in me is having a hard time letting go of this one. I want to quit running because I hate it, not because I have flexible knees that require knee braces and far more stretching than a normal person does only to still end up in pain.
Turns out, my non-training probably would have put me close to my post injury time from last year. Probably.
Post 5K photo.
You see, I don't know for sure because here is how the 5K went:
It starts and the kid runs, so I jog (which is my version of running). I have to stop running and walk instead which is okay because I can still stay more or less on pace - I have long legs and can still walk fast. The kid starts walking, I think because I am and he doesn't want me to fall behind. We continue a mix of jogging (he's not running anymore either) and walking and talk when we are walking. I say things like, "It's not as easy as you think, is it?" and he says, "It was hard not to run at first because, well, I could run." He learned a lot. By the mid-point, he was pretty much walking. And not very fast.
Other runners would cheer him on, "Come on #20! You can do it!" and he break into a jog, through his hands in the air like Rocky, and shout, "I AM AWESOME!" which got laughs and much more enthusiastic clapping along with affirmation that he was indeed, awesome.
It would quickly turn back to walking. My walking was now outpacing him, so I started to walk backwards and urge him to just keep putting one foot in front of the other. At one point, now probably a little over 2 miles into it, he grabbed hold of my hand. If I got so much a as half a step ahead, he'd pull me back, not intentionally at first, just almost in fear that I would leave him in he dust to beat him after all the taunting he gave. It was tempting, but I wouldn't do that unless he was still at it. Maybe.
We got within a half mile of the finish line. I could see it, but he couldn't until we got around the bend. And then he poured every ounce of energy he had into getting to the finish line. I picked up my jog, but like the start of the race, I had to go back to walking pace before he stopped. In the end, he did in fact beat me. His time was 45:59 and mine was 46:00. My husband asked if his win was legit (he and I had texted after the race so he knew the answer) and the kid admitted that he was holding me back to win so, no.
He learned a lot, but the best/worst of it is that he wants to run. He wants to train. He wants to do more of these. That means that I too will be training and doing more of these. We can't do a ton of them because quite honestly, I can't afford the fees to do too many, but it's something and I think he could use something like this to work on. Not sure how long this will last, but for at least a short time, we have something to do together.
He also was introduced to rugby. Thankfully, that isn't even an option. It was hysterical to watch though.