The thrill of victory… twice.

Everyone knows that distance runners are slow lumbering beasts, while soccer players are quick agile cat-like creatures and to prove it my soccer playing coworker Inis challenged me to a 100 meter race.  More accurately, I challenged him to a 100 meter race after listening to him talk smack for 2 days about how he could easily out sprint me.  He was lecturing anyone who would listen on the difference between fast twitch and slow twitch muscles, and he would use his abundance of fast twitch muscles blow past me in short race.  The timing for the race could not have been better.  On Thursday afternoon we were having a once a year all building meeting.  Immediately following the meeting everyone in the office went out to the back parking lot to witness the big race.

To no one’s surprise the race did not go his way, but that did not stop his smack talking.  He has now challenged me to a 50 meter race, which I have agreed to, on condition that if I win he cannot talk while at work for a week.  I don’t think he is going to accept.

Next up was the Wegmans 5k, the ugly redheaded stepchild of Flower City Challenge.  The “real” race is the half marathon, but as I’m in no shape to run let alone race 13 miles I decided to slum it in the 5k while Brett, Kenny and Matt ran the half.

I did a bit better than I expect, but either the race course was long or I feel asleep in the last mile.  I didn’t wear a watch, so the only split I had was 5:06 for the first mile.  I finished in first place with a time of 16:37 and never felt like I fell apart.  I may have been lulled into a false sense of running fast because I spent a good part of the middle race following my police escort past the half marathon back of the packers.  It is hard to feel slow when you are flying past people, even if those people are jogging.  It was a fun morning, not only did I win a jar of organic cashew butter, but I got to watch my teammates kill it in the half! 5k results here.