I ran my normal route, then added the final 1/4 mile to the turnaround point to make the out route 1.57 miles. On the way out, I was thinking it was just short of a 5k, since it was going to be 3.17 and not 3.2 miles, but then I remembered that a 5k is 3.1 miles and not 3.2. You see, I'm an American, I play baseball, and have plumbing in my house. So I'm not so good with metric units, like all the rest of the world that isn't American, plays soccer, and has no plumbing.
Needless to say, I was grinning like a fool for most of the home stretch. Even better news is that I only stopped at stop lights and cross streets, and didn't walk for an inch of the route. This thing is coming together slowly, but surely. I just might be ready to go back out to a RTW and not embarrass the hell out of myself.
The post run celebration was chicken and dumplings provided by some very good friends, a couple of bowls from the pipe (tobacco, of course), and a few beers. That'll teach my body to be well conditioned!!
I'm going to push the distance a little more next week, and maybe by the end of August I'll buy a chronometer.