Ran my first race Sunday.

Frankly, I had reservations about participating in a competitive run.  Firstly, paying to run kinda makes no sense to me.  The money went to a good cause…I think.  At least I got a t-shirt and two packs of dried prunes.  Secondly, running has been so good to me I didn’t want to taint it with any of my competitive hang ups.  You have to understand, I was that kid on the soccer team that would cry when we lost.  Plus, my life is a constant competition, I deal with enough losing daily.  The last thing I want is to feel like a loser from something I’ve come to enjoy so much.  However, an interesting lesson was learned on race day.  I told myself I wouldn’t pay attention to time or who I beat or who beat me.  I was going to enjoy a nice Sunday run with a few friends.  When I crossed the finish line the computer didn’t post my time so it was easy to ignore.  I knew I wasn’t the first guy  and I wasn’t last.  Good enough for me, I felt great.  I analyzed my run, thought back to where I could have pushed and where I should have held back to save juice for the down hill sprint.  Should have left and gone on with my day.  Before heading to breakfast my friend convinced me to recover my time.  I think he was more curious than me.  Once I got my time,  I felt like shit, didn’t want to run ever again.  Felt like the whole thing was a waste of my time.  Guys were running sub 5 minute miles.  That’s world record caliber!  Compared to them I was world Tortoise caliber.   Funny how a few numbers can ruin a beautiful Sunday.  I had to think about it all day.  What’s eating Gilbert Sung?

I came to realize,  competition brings the best and worst out of me.  There is a place for competition, it weeds out the lazy and rewards the hard working exceptional.  But when it comes to running I have to ignore the numbers.  Running has made me into a better person in many ways.  Not because I’m faster or can run longer, the people I run with have encouraged me to be a better person. After every run we are better than the hour or two before we met.  I feel like I’m not so alone in life.  It’s easy to get together with people and grab drinks and party it up.  The next day we are that much more hung over, that much more broke, that much more regretful.  So, maybe that’s the point of these ‘races’, to encourage one another, friend or stranger.  The races are a reminder we aren’t alone.  Thousands of us are trying to be better.  Doesn’t really matter how fast we cross the finish line, together we climb that hill of life.  Pretty simple, pretty cool.  Can’t wait til the next one.

Be good party people.  Adios.