Aim low

I started out the year with the idea that I might be able to run an 8-minute mile sometime this spring.  I'm not one for making New Year's resolutions but, hey, I was at the Crayola Factory and there was this station where the project was making resolution scrolls and, you know, when Crayola says to do something you don't say no.  So I got this idea and I wrote it down on the paper (in crayon, no less, and that stuff is permanent) and then got so bold as to hang it up in my office.  It's now just a little over 2 weeks until my first race of the year (and I only do 3 of them).  I like to think anything is possible but, honestly, I think there is a higher chance of monkeys flying out of my butt than me running an 8-minute mile on May 3rd.  We'll see.  Either way, somebody should bring a camera.  The week after that, on May 10th, I'll be running in the Philly Race for the Cure.  This is only a 5K and I'm planning to go for broke so I suppose there is an outside chance I could run 3 miles at an 8-minute pace before I collapse (or a monkey sneaks out).  However, I'm not going to hold my breath.  I think the lesson learned here is aim low.  Stupid crayons.