In January he came in our room and told me and Reed (my roommate) that he was willing to bet we couldn't run 5 miles in less than 45 minutes. Well the natural man came through and our ego wouldn't let us back down on this one. April 26th was set as the day and a steak dinner the prize. Of course as you can imagine we didn't even think about it again until about march when I began to go running 1, maybe 2 times a week. I would run anywhere between 1-3 miles depending on how ambitious I was feeling - each time promising myself I would never do something so stupid as this again.
I don't like running - at all. There isn't one thing about it that appeals to me. Some people do it because they want to lose weight, others because it 'feels good after,' and still others because they feel it's a stress reliever - yea, none of those apply to me. I don't like it - I don't hate those who do, I just count myself one of the lucky ones who doesn't have to go through it ever again.
So yesterday was the big day. We (Reed, Steve, and I) set out at 4:16 PM on the charted course (up 9th east around to freedom blvd, back down 5th north, and into the colony). We brought Steve along because we knew he would keep a good pace and he wanted to keep training for the football team. It was - well, I guess exactly as you would suspect - 5 miles of not a whole lot of fun - although we did have some good music (I put together a way awesome playlist). About 3.5 miles in Reedo stopped on us and we were afraid that he wasn't going to make it. We were low on time so me and Steve had to keep going. At 4.5 miles Steve had to stop as well (stomach cramps) and I'll be honest - it's a lot harder to run all by yourself. With no one there to push me that last 1/2 mile was by far the longest. Well, I came in at 40 minutes with Steve pulling in at 42. I was worried that Reedo wouldn't make it and so I got in the car to go pick him up - but, props to this guy. He came sprinting in just in time to make the 45 minute mark - he had run all
the while by himself after taking a break in the middle.All I know is this better one hecka good steak.
Oh, and it does feel pretty good to be able to say that I ran and 8 minute mile - I mean that's not like something to brag about but at least I know if I'm ever being chased by some lunatic murderer guy, as long as he doesn't run anything faster than an 8 minute mile then I'm off the hook.
Now the big question: Now that you've developed this habit of running are you going to keep running all the time to keep it up? I answer with a resounding: "Yea, right! I don't think I will ever run again. I'll just buy myself a steak the next time I want one." Well let me give two disclaimers to that blanket statement. I will run again to:
1 - Escape a psychopath murderer
2 - Possibly win over the heart of a young lady
