As part of my effort to train for the 10k Harry Chapin Run Against Hunger, I did a 5.2 mile jog this evening.  Judging by the map, I suppose it must be nice to be able to jog by the water for two legs of the route.  It’s hard to imagine those poor suckers who don’t live near accessible water – I take it for granted but enjoy rubbing it in your face.

At about mile 2, I felt like a large stomach cramp, probably as a result of eaten organic while in Europe for a month and not enough kefir.  And probably having something to do with having smoked 2-3 cigarettes while out empathizing with newly single ultimate frisbee champion Ben about a week ago plus another one two nights ago while out at the Bohemian Beer Garden with triathlon competitor Chris “Person of the Day NYC August 19“, who may also run on Sunday.  Disgusting habit.

But by mile 3, somewhere around the edge of the Plumb Beach Channel, I was feeling good.  My pace had slowed considerably, but the miles didn’t seem to make much difference after that.

If I can maintain that stamina while going up the sort of hills Harry Chapin never sung about, I’ll be in fine shape to take 200th place on Sunday.