I told him that I ran 5.5 miles. He seems shocked, impressed, and maybe a little jealous.
And he said, "Good for you!" I wish that I could figure out a way to convey the tone of voice. He was kind--not malicious--not sarcastic. Maybe just a little enthusiastic.
And maybe--to my ears--a little condescending. Those three words were like tiny little pats on the top of my head.
How cute! You ran 5.5 miles. Isn't that darling? Can you do a cartwheel? Does your mom leave you home alone?
Do men hear this? I doubt it. I will not move into a feminist tirade. I'm taking another route here.
I am a little saddened that running a mere 5.5 miles is so applauded. Why is running such a short distance seen as amazing? Why do people believe that they can't do it? So many excuses.
I'm not fast, but I chase improvement.
I've been to many races. Runners come in all shapes and sizes and carry their own motivation.
I believe that with few exception most everyone can run, but that most chose not to. By ascribing some sort of Herculean effort to a five mile run, people err.
Five miles isn't hard. I should have run more today. Running the five miles was SO MUCH easier than getting out of bed at 4:30 am. That is what takes the Herculean effort.
Good for me!