I’m batting eight out of eight on my Boogie training sessions, which is astonishing given my belief that fitting three runs in each week would be next to impossible.

My perceptions of time are crashing down as the weeks prove:

1. I can leave my desk for an hour and the newspaper still comes out.

2. Though a tad tired during the late Sunday shift, I’m surviving the early wakeups for group training that morning (though I did miss one, I made it up with own run).

3. My tendonitis-inclined ankle is quiet and while my knees have been aching since I took to the hills of the beautiful West End one day, they’re easing up.

Rather than speculating on why it probably won’t work, I’m starting to look at how I can structure my days to fit my Boogie training in.

What is happening? Could it be I’m already feeling the positive effects of exercising three times a week for three weeks straight?

At that first Boogie/RUNClub orientation gathering, the various volunteer coaches said that at some point, we are going to hate them, or our training, but will have to push through.

The aching knees aren’t fun and my “run” pace is little more than fast walking at this point — in other words, embarrassingly slow for someone my age — but every one of us who is making this effort, including me, is only going to get better as the weeks fly by toward race day on April 29.