Lately I’ve been joking that I’m a tortoise.
I run at a comfortable speed for me, generally somewhere between 6:20 and 6:40/km, and get done when I get done.
After all, as I’ve said before, I run for me and no one else. And for me, it’s more important to finish upright, smiling and MIGRAINE FREE than to try and be all rabbit-like.
But I find a lot of snark and attitude about being a slower pace. It’s as if some out there in the running community, both online and in my real life, that have an elitist mentality when it comes to pace.
The tortoise and the hare taught us that slow and steady wins the race. Those who are not “slow” would have you believe that slow and steady comes in last, doesn’t win diddly squat, isn’t trying hard enough and should be on the sidelines cheering instead.
To them, I would offer up my giant arse to kiss (and some other choice words I can’t type out here because I kind of like my job).
I’m happy that you are a self-professed speed demon, but last time I checked, YOU weren’t standing on the podium and earning cashola for a race well run. You aren’t qualifying for an Olympic team. Hell! You’re not even BQing!
But I shouldn’t be mocking your efforts because that would put me on the same level as you, a level where you’re being negative about someone else’s abilities and that is NOT cool by me. In fact, you’re discouraging people from picking up running to begin with as they’re afraid they’ll be left behind, the last one in and a laughing stock, which is SO not true.
This is RECREATIONAL RUNNING, people! You’re doing it for health, for fitness and to challenge YOURSELF. For the love of Pete – don’t compare your time to mine.
But if you really want to, know that your 3:40 is my 4:30 and I still get the same finisher’s medal that you do.
So run a mile in my shoes before you go and decide to stuff your shoe clad foot in your mouth.