Last week however, people sounded disappointed and even irritated that I’d dared to mention such a trivial amount of exertion. “A mile. As in One mile?” Yes. I did a mile race.
For me, the perfect distance for racing is around 10 miles or a half-marathon. Far enough to be a comfortable level of exertion, but not so far that (like a full marathon) it takes over your year. I don’t like to run shorter distances because it hurts more. To me a 5k isn’t just half the distance of a 10k, it’s double the pain – it’s just over a bit quicker. It’s a choice between a sharp kick in the ribs or a constant punching in the back. What would you go for?
Based on this theory I lined up for my mile race a little apprehensive as to how much it was going to hurt but assured that it would be over in about seven minutes (insert your own sex joke here). I had only two tactics: Run fast without stopping; and start nearer the front than you’re comfortable with as there’s no time for overtaking.
It did hurt. In the course of a mile I went off too fast, slowed down then decided to speed up and overtake a couple of people. A short race, but a completed race all the same. In the end I finished in 6:57. I’ll take that!