The journey of a thousand miles does indeed begin with a single step. I’ve witnessed it. This year I’ve vowed to complete that journey. I attempted it last year, but I narrowly missed my goal by 375 miles. This year will be different.
1,000 miles. One thousand miles. 1,609.34 kilometers (according to Google). That averages to 83.3 miles per month. That averages to 19.2 miles per week. I can do this I can do this I can do this. That’s my mantra and these shoes will take me there. Last year’s excuse? One word. I got lazy.
Most of my runs happen in the evening after the kids go to bed. I’m usually on the road by 8 pm. I was doing great, I was even ahead of schedule, come summer time. Then school let out and the kids started going to bed later and I deemed 9:00 pm too late to start a run. Then school started back up and my mileage was still there but it wasn’t great. I fell behind. I grew to enjoy getting in pajamas at the same the time the kids did and evening runs bit the dust.
Now I have a new year, new shoes, and an old challenge. I also have a challenger. A friend 3,703 kilometers away has said he’ll run 1,000 Km for my 1,000 miles. You’re on! Here I am on the last day of the month and I’m fourteen miles short of my goal. I can still get my run in this evening but, at best, it’ll only be 8 miles. I’ll have to make up those 6 miles in February. My intention is run far more in February than I did in January. If I get my run in this evening I will have a total of 78 miles this month. If things go according to plan I will have 90+ miles in February. Then March I’ll crest 100. That’s my intention anyway. We all know there is a road paved with good intentions…
I also need to run more hills, more intervals and more tempos. Because I didn’t run for 2 or 3 months I’m slow… nearly 45 seconds per mile slower. I find it tougher to get out when I know I’m slower than I used to be. At the same time, I find myself wanting to be faster (or at least as fast as I used to be) and I can’t do that sitting on the couch in my pajamas.
Running is my me time. When Dad gets his me time it usually helps him be a better DH and dad. So, here’s to a thousand miles. Care to join me?
P.s. I just thought of something right this very second! I am going to find a destination 1,000 miles away and I’m going to map my progress to said destination. It might motivate.