I’ve been meaning to get more miles on my legs lately, and today, at the encouragement of a friend, I decided to make a totally rash decision and register for a 10k I’m not sure I’m ready for. (Also, I’ve never run a competitive 10k before!) Brilliant, huh?
It’s not for another three weeks, but the race raises money to help find a cure for breast cancer, so I figured even if a make a total ass out of myself by taking like an hour and a half to finish, at least I helped a good cause, right?
I’ve enlisted the aid of one of Hal Higdon’s running programs. I’m skipping ahead to week, erm, SIX, because I obviously didn’t give this endeavor much forethought. It looks like 10-12 miles a week should get me ready, though, and I know I can do at least that.
If you have a dollar or two to spare, you can help me reach my fundraising goal by donating here.
So there it is. I’m committed. And scared. And nervous. And already maybe getting a sideache.