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The Day I Ran 10 Kilometers. And Then I Started Chasing Speed.
Somewhere along the way, I became someone who could run 10 kilometers.
There was no particular milestone day. I just looked up and I was there. The version of me who found 100 meters impossibly far away never could have imagined it.
After Distance, Speed
Once I could run 10 kilometers, I started thinking: “Could I go a little faster?”
Same distance, slightly quicker pace. That became the next goal.
I started paying attention to time as I ran. Measuring the average pace per kilometer, then gradually shaving it down. The same approach as when I was building distance — a little at a time, no rushing.
My Current Pace
My jogging pace right now is about 10.8 kilometers per hour.
On good days I can push that to 11.5 kilometers.
Seventeen years ago, I was fighting just to cover 100 meters at something between a walk and a speed-walk. Now I run at this pace. Looking back, I’m honestly surprised at myself.
Starting in Your 40s Isn’t Too Late
I’m still running now, into my 50s.
A herniated disc, pulmonary tuberculosis, an ankle injury, quitting smoking. There were so many walls. Every time, I stopped — and then started again.
“Starting in your 50s isn’t too late,” I wrote about fermented foods once. Jogging is the same.
Whatever age you begin, your body responds in proportion to how much you keep at it.
That first day, the day I started from 100 meters — that’s the reason I’m still running today.
Both “running” and “fermented foods” have taught me the same thing. No rushing, no anxiety — just keep going. That alone is enough to change a person.
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