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Blogging Buffet: X is for eXercise

The theme of my A to Z Challenge posts this year is "Blogging Buffet." In celebration of recently posting my 1000th blog post, I am revisiting posts from the past.  This post originally published on Tuesday, June 11, 2013.  It was interesting to me to realize that I've been running 10Ks for 3 years now.  I'm still slow, but feel a sense of accomplishment, which helps me keep plodding along. 

Tuesday Time to Tackle: 10 K Training

No one will accuse me of being speedy, but I can be called determined.  Yesterday, I ran farther than I ever have before, so naturally I thought, "Oooh, time for another blog post about exercise!"
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I walked a quarter-mile to warm up, then ran 4-1/2 miles, then cooled down with another quarter-mile walk.  Five miles total in 74 minutes.  That's an average of 14.8 minutes per mile.  I'm pretty sure that doesn't even count as a running pace.  I console myself with the knowledge that it is faster than the pacing requirement for the 10K I've signed up to run at the end of the summer.

When I was in high school, my dad and I ran a 5K together, and one of our favorite memories of that race was the very end, when we kicked it into high gear for our amazing finish.  At least that was our impression.  One of the race workers was there near the end, cheering everyone one. 

She saw us approaching and yelled, "Kick, kick!!!" 

My dad replied, "This is our kick!"

She quickly changed her tune:  "Good job!!  Way to go!  Keep it up!"

Yeah, speedy I am not.

I purposely took yesterday's run slowly, to assure myself that I could go the distance without exhausting myself.  At least that's what I'm telling myself.  In two more weeks, I'll be up to 6.2 miles (10K).  Once I'm running 10K, I'll work on decreasing my time/increasing my speed.  I'll still be slower than the hare, but I'll be happy with a respectable tortoise pace.


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  1. I love reading about all the races you've entered. Well done.

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  2. Look how far you have come since you first wrote this! And you just keep doing it.

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