A little over two months since starting jogging, I’ve completed my goal of “being capable of running a 5k.” For the most part, I’ve been jogging 2 miles each week day, aside from holidays like Labor Day or rainy mornings (of which there have been very, very few…).
Two miles a day has actually become surprisingly easy. After Meg started school and I started taking her with me, I shifted my morning schedule a little bit, getting up at 6:30 am and jogging for 20 min. My pace has gradually improved, where I now (roughly) average about a 9 min mile, on most days. By the fourth or fifth day in a row of jogging, I’m getting pretty tired, so my pace slows, but I still make sure I run the full 20 min. Really, I’ve been pretty sure I could run the 5k for the past few weeks. It was just a matter of having enough time (and will) to do it.
Now that the weather improved (finally), was in the mid-70s and sunny during the day, and I finally had some free time in the afternoon, I decided to go for the 5k run that I said I was going to do. Brooke’s due date is coming up and my jogging will drop off precipitously thereafter, so I was running out of opportunities to get it done…unless I was going to get up earlier…but that’s just silly…
As you can see above, I ended up actually going about 5.38 km, so I over-shot a bit. Shucks.
Still, I’m hopeful I can continue running most days during the week. Perhaps I’ll need to shift to weekend jogging for awhile after “Clarence” arrives, as I’m confident my sleep will be disrupted enough such that I won’t want to do anything on weekday mornings. Brooke picked me up some better jogging pants so, as it gets colder, I should be able to extend the routine a bit.
Regardless, I’ve proven I’m capable of running a 5k. At least I know I can do it.