Packin,
Do not let these fools tease you with their siren songs. Many a man has tried to break through the 5K barrier only to meet his perilous and ultimately, ugly demise.
There lurks many dangers in the vast wilderness of suburbia. None more terrifying than the hulk and bastard child of Henry Ford...the Expedition. Many a runner has met their end under the tires of this 2 ton beast of steel and pure American Horsepower. Also, you will face many beasts of Providence's own creation. Such beasts like collie or labrador retriever should be avoided if you wish to survive your journey.
A fanny pack will not suffice my brave friend. No, you will need a BLEEX, topo map of the area, emergency flairs, a Winchester .360 and side arm, preferably a Colt .45 to ward of beasts that reside in cookie cutter developments. Remember you will need to consume at least a gallon of Gatorade every half mile. In addition, make sure to pack a portable GPS unit, camp stove and tent.
Finally, try to make camp at the 3-4k area by the end of day one. Many times the last 1k is a brutal ascent.
If you accomplish this mighty task you will take your place next to Sir Edmund Hilary in the anals of extreme adventure. May God Have Mercy on You Sir
Gram Parsons Biatch