Goats do Roam

And turkeys will trot.  I, however, would prefer to be drinking some Goats Do Roam and may only half jog-half walk 6 miles on Thanksgiving Day.

I, under huge duress, peer pressure, influence of major amounts alcohol, coming off the high of celebrating a friend crossing the finish line of her first 10K, agreed along with the rest of my running group, Black Girls Run - Sacramento, decided to run the Run to Feed the Hungry on Thanksgiving.  We also agreed to run the 10K over the 5K.  Now mind you, the furthest I've run is a 5 mile fun run on the 4th of July but I figured...eh, I've got 6 weeks, I can train to run 6 miles, right?

WRONG!!!! I got lazy with running; came up with every excuse (mostly that I needed new shoes) to not run. I have been doing my other workouts with vim and vigor, however. I even have a good basic strength training plan down.

I've been sporadically running 3 miles. I attempted 4 miles twice, but got bored part-way through.  I'm not sure how I will make it Thanksgiving Day. I'm not even sure how runners do it, running all those miles.

I guess I will find out Thanksgiving Day.