6 Miles

For the last three days, I ran/walked/jogged six miles on my morning routine. I go from my house up to the Panhandle, do three loops around the Panhandle, and then head back home. Granted, I probably only run for four of those six miles, but I'm impressed with myself.

I can run about three-quarters of a mile to a little over a mile without walking or stopping, which is an improvement from half a block. My breathing is steady and not strained, as it was when I first started my running routine. But, my legs get tired. My feet feel like cement blocks weighing me down and my legs can feel wobbly let wet noodles.

But, as I've heard more and more often recently, it's mind over matter. If I think it, I can run it. I've been trying to push myself more and more. No stopping until the red light. No stopping until that tree. No stopping until making it across the crosswalk.

It takes me a little over an hour to complete my route, which works out to be 12 minutes per mile. Runners of San Francisco's half marathon must run at pace of at least 13 minutes a mile, which I had been nervous about. But, seeing that now I can run at about 12 minutes a mile and will only get better, I'm much more relieved.