Friday, June 5, 2009

Call Me Crazy

But I'm going to run a 6k race, in eight days.

As I write this I can run 2k.

The plan is simple. I need to be able to run three 2k stints (1.25 miles) with short, 1-2 minute breaks in between. I'm going to hit the track tonight, aiming for a 2k stint, then walking a 400m "rest" then trying for another 2k.

Why am I doing this? Simple. My father asked me to. Now, he and I haven't always gotten along great but when he asks I do my best to come through. He wants me to run a biathlon with him and I'm going to do my best. I haven't handled a rifle in years... but that is neither here, nor there.

Wish me luck, this is going to hurt.

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