Jackassalope

Buckling Down

I gave my word to Eric and Amber that I would run a 6-mile race with them in two and a half weeks, so I finally started to take this thing seriously. I’ve ran six times in the last two weeks, which is the most I’ve pounded the pavement in five years. My 3-mile time is starting to get more consistent, but I still haven’t attempted running the full six yet. I originally thought I could just stretch a little bit, run the race, and be amazing, but I now realize that I may have over estimated my abilities. Even though I’m averaging slightly under 8-minute miles, I haven’t tested that pace for more than three miles.

My first real hurdle will be this weekend. I’m going to try for a 6-mile run on Sunday. If all goes well, I will remain optimistic. If I can’t make it, then I only have one week to figure it out. I would be lying if I didn’t admit to being a little nervous. Luckily I’m stubborn, and hopefully that can equate to some amount of success. Regardless, this whole running thing has made me feel older than I thought it would.