Interesting conversation with my bf last night:
I: so I was given permission to run the 3000m race tomorrow?
He: What race?
I: (sigh). You know, the race I've been talking about for the last two weeks?
He: Oh, I don't remember you talking about a race?
(hm... why does this sounds so familiar....)
I: Anyways, I am going to run 3000m tomorrow.
He: Cool! Good luck!
I: Thanks! I am aiming for finishing around 15 min.
He: What? 15 min?! 3000m?! That's way too slow?!!!
I: Well I am not a fast runner.
He: But you can run for 2 hours straight?
I: That's not the same as running 3km in a fast pace?!!! Distance and speed are 2 completely different things! I'm good at distance but I suck at speed!
He: Sure, but 15 min is really slow. You should aim for something like 12 min.
I: Are you crazy? Since when did I become super woman?
He: It's not that hard you know... when I did my military service I ran 2,800 m in boots within 12 minutes!
I: Well I am not in the military.
He: No, but you should really run a bit faster than 15 min.
I: Well, I am aiming for 15 min, anything under that will be a bonus.
He: That's a bad strategy, you should do like this....
(Gets out of bed and starts calculating what lap time I need to do in order to hit 12 min. Writes everything down on a piece of paper and even adds little comments next to the different lap times, like: 1:30/lap = 3,200 m within 12 min = very hard but very good. 1:40/Lap = 2,900m within 12 min = Hard/medium hard and quite good,, etc etc etc)
He: You should be able to do it within 13 min.
I: I don't think so but...
He: Come on, it's really not that hard.
I: well... I'll do my best and we will see....
He: go for 12 min!
Holy crap. Pressure from my own allied?! This is going to be a mess. All fingers crossed for me today at 3pm when I take on a distance at a race I have never done before.
Oh, and FYI: it's about 15 degrees and pouring down outside my window and the streets looks like pools of water.... But it looks like there is no wind. Always something!