For some reason, the '5-miler' distance is stuck in my head as designating a Real Runner. You can mention it off hand 'Oh, I just did 5 quick miles'. You can say you did an 8K. You're almost to a 10K.
Last night, I did my first 5-miler.
It wasn't pretty. I had a touch of food poisoning (or some other bug) that had me super feverish and headachey at work. I came home and passed out for an hour, then crawled off the couch and into bed with a small salad for dinner. After a few hours of sulking and waiting for the ibprofin to kick in, I got into my running gear and got to the garage for some quality time with Mr. Treadmill. (I was feeling 100x better, or I would have just continued sleeping. :) )
My goal at first was to go until I didn't think I could go further - but as I got going, I felt better and better. I walked a bit of each mile (stuck to .2m walk / .8m run until the 5th mile). I got bored in miles 3 & 4 and cranked up the incline. Wooo boy.
All of a sudden, I was through mile 4.5. Whoa! I sprinted to the end of mile 5. I stumbled upstairs and got into a cold shower, high-fiving M from behind the shower curtain. (We celebrate 'moments' with high-fives. We're an odd couple.)
So, yeah. Five done. Six miles for the week already. I'm a bit sore today - but mainly just stiff. Have 1 mile warmup before personal training tonight - where I plan to kick some major ass.
(Oh, and at lunch? I'm running to Nordstrom to have a dress TAKEN IN. Whaaaaaat!)