Faster and farther. That's what I need to go. Or is it 'further'? Either way.
Mrs. Fickle and I signed up to run the annual turkey trot that helps the homeless here in D.C. I've never done anything like this before. I'm kind of excited, but very nervous. The race is just a 5k, but that's still more than I'm prepared to go right now. We've been running a bunch the last couple weeks, and I'm in slightly worse shape than I thought.
I've made it up to about two miles of straight running, but it isn't really at the quickest pace. So I've got a lot of distance to go still, and going faster would be ideal too; I don't look forward to bringing up the rear. Of course, if I run faster, then I can cover more distance in the same amount of time... So, if a 5k = 3.2 miles (right?) and I've managed about 2 miles, I'm almost 2/3 of the way there. So if I double my pace, that'll get me to the end in the same amount of time that it's now taking me to run 2 miles. Let's see... if I'm now running 9 minute miles... uh-oh.
Less than two weeks to go. This could get interesting.
I just ran, I ran all night and day.