Yesterday I was pleasantly surprised to find out that my brother-in-law Michael has been running about a month. He didn't tells us because he wanted to get in shape and enter a race that Drew was in and blow by him, which would have shocked Drew. But there really are no races coming up that they would be in together, so the secret is slowly coming out. Michael ran in the Mayors Cup 5K a couple of weeks ago and got third in his age group. It's nice to have more people I know running.
So I called my sister this afternoon, as I normally do after school, and as we were talking I heard Michael yell something about a death run. We got to talking and there is a race this Sunday called the Death Run, or for the dangerous, the Double Death Run. Translation: 15 miles or 30 miles. Michael has some friends that are going to run the Double, but we are just going to run the single death - that is enough for us. I'm a little scared - I've never gone further than about ten miles, but I'm going to give it a whirl. I felt good after 8.4, so what is 6.6 more miles? I'll let you know once I know!
Since I'm running that, I need to rearrange my training for the week. I was going to run almost ten Thursday night, but I think doing ten, then 15 would not be good for my skinny ole legs! I ran almost three today at Shelby Farms. The trails there are getting very crowded now that the weather is warm - lots of bikers and runners. I was actually hit by a bike Friday night. Some kid came flying around the corner and luckily I saw him coming and only his tired hit my shin, so no harm done. Hopefully I won't be mowed down by a bike anytime soon. Wish me luck.
