An 8K? What the heck is an 8K?
There are certain distances I can’t be bothered to give a darn about.
Not to name any names, 8K, but yeah, I’m looking at you.
The thing is, 8K, I’m not a boy, and secondly, I’m not a boy who ran cross country in college. So, apologies, but you hold no allure to me. No prestige or romanticized storyline. You are unglamorous and utterly mystifying.
Even worse, I’ll get an automatic PR simply for racing you. Maybe I’ll just cartwheel through the whole thing.
So, right. I don’t care about you, but I will race you anyway on Saturday, because you are the last race available to me in the fall.
What do we think I should be aiming for here? Sub-34? Sub-33? Submarine?
A five mile race. Wait, pardon me — a 4.97 mile race. Although this is Alaska, so let’s be real. Who knows how long you’ll actually be.
Basically you’re a 10K, but a little shorter. As opposed to a 12K, which is also basically a 10K, except that a 12K at least has the decency to give me 2000 additional meters of reason to gobble up tasty post-race treats.
8K, you perplex me.
Despite my hesitations, I do hope we can be friends on Saturday. I’ll attempt to be civil if you act in kind.
Sidenote: Have I mentioned how much I enjoy the racing scene here? I’m not being sarcastic. It’s fun to have 30 people in a race. It’s fun to tromp through the mud on a course without mile markers. It’s fun to have zero pressure to perform because there’s hardly anyone there, and there is absolutely zero hype. It’s fun to sort of be a bigger fish in a teeny tiny pond.
Racing dork that I am though, I can’t help but comb through past year’s results and note that the fields seemed to be much more competitive just a few years ago. Where did everybody go?
That’s the exciting part about it. You never know what random speedy talent might come out of the woodwork at races like these.
What has been your experience with the 8K or ~5 mile distance?
Are there any particular racing distances that you like more or less than others? Why?