At this morning’s Turkey Trot, I told a friend that I wanted to run my first mile at a 7:30 pace and, then, pick it up.
“7:30? What’s that in kilometres?”
“I don’t know exactly. Around 4:25?” was my reply.
I don’t run with a Garmin (although I would like to). Instead, I run by how I feel; I listen to my breathing, the rhythm of my feet, and the tightness in my chest. There isn’t much science to it, but it works.
When it comes to race day, I keep an eye on my watch at every kilometre marking. Once I hit my first K, I use that as my factor to see if I’m on pace to calculate the kilometres that follow; usually, I am.
You know you’re a runner when you can quickly calculate paces and times in your head and be fairly accurate.
But you really know you’re a runner when you’re in the kitchen, look at the clock and read 4:52.
“4:52. What happened? Oh wait, that’s my marathon goal pace (for a 3:25). No, wait! That’s the real time.”