I’m training for a half-marathon on 3/31. I’m not a good runner. I’m not a runner at all. It’s a form of mild torture. But, pushing comfort zones is how we get better in life, so I persist.
Every Friday, I’ll post an update on my training. This is Update #4.
At my gym, there is a Sloth Running Team. Here they are on the track:
Sloths are not fast. However, neither am I. While I post stats here in my running updates every week, I have never revealed my pace. I run as slow as you can possibly run and still consider it running. My goal for the half-marathon is to finish in 2 hours or less. For math whizzes, that will require that I run each mile in a little over 9 minutes. If I had to guess, my current pace is between 10 and 11 minutes. I have some work to do. But I digress…
The other day, I was at the gym when the Sloth Running Team (SRT) showed up. On the side of the track, they warmed up and did stretching exercises. As I passed them, a couple started trash talking me:
Pick up the pace slowpoke.
Hey dude, do you have any speed in those shoes?
My grandma runs faster than you!
I brushed it off. They were sloths after all and I could surely run faster than them. And that was mostly true.
The sloths finished their stretching and hit the track. I blew by most of them, but not all.
As my run wore on, a couple started to pick up the pace. Somewhere around mile 3.5, two lapped me. To add to the insult, one of them even flashed me a rude gesture; flipping me the bird with his middle claw thingy. Jerk