Just you wait until the race wrote:
[quote]rippy cripple wrote:
[quote]Hold the phone wrote:
So because you ran that in high school and didn't sniff d1 it's slow? Those are qualifications as to whether it's fast or not?
It's all relative. It is slow to a competitive college runner but it will win a lot of small local races.
Cycling is for people who cannot run. He is or was a good runner look at his PRs.
I have felt all of this before. What you need to do now is like many things in life, simple yet challenging; you simply need to accept the fact that you are going to get slower, that your glory days have been had. You should be proud of those times, you know they are above average. Keep running at whatever level you want, but just accept the truth.
Tf, I know the feeling. A 16:07/33:45 5k/10k runner in college, ran 18:06 (ouch) for the 5k on T-day. Though, I would like to say, I don't train anymore, been averaging 68/miles a week for 4 months. Disappointed is a good word.
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I should have thought a little harder before painting my PRs as "not that good." I understand most people don't run that fast. But when your main competitive years are spent chasing guys who can lap you in an indoor 5k, with little thought to those trailing you, you kind og tend to think of yourself as average or near the back - which at times I was - and not in a bad way. I was happy considering my high-school 3200 of 9:39.
I should have seen this coming when one year at Penn Relays I saw a guy who looked like the Pillsbury Doughboy's cruelly inbred nephew line up with the big boys at the start of the 10K. This guy wasn't just not runner-sleek, but basically fat. He ran like a fat guy through a first lap of about 70 and a crash looked inevitable. Instead he ran about 29:45. No idea what his name was or even what school he ran for. I guess this should be a source of inspiration, not reason to feel inadequate. But sheesh.
I have it in my mind that the first time I get beat by someone in parachute pants, a kangol hat or a chambray shirt, it'll be time to switch to cycling. Either that or I'll carry an MP3 player in a fanny pack to toss on in the homestretch to give myself an excuse. As it is I was only seconds in front of some kid wearing spikes for a road 5K entirely on pavement. You almost needed arc welder's lenses to keep the frigging sparks out of your eyes if you were within ten feet of him, which unfortunately I was much of the way. His legs didn't fall off, but my ballsack about did. Phooey.