Yesterday morning I woke up thinking that I’d be running my 1000th mile of the year. What an exciting thought! I bundled up for 4 degrees, slipped the Stableicers on, and off I went. It was a magical winter wonderland out.
When I got home, I triple checked my miles for the year, (after stretching of course), and discovered that I unknowingly hit 1000 last Saturday. There’s no photo to frame from last Saturday because it was a grotesque rainy, windy day out. No fanfare, but darn it, I finally ran 1000 miles in a calendar year! In previous years I’ve come close, but always get sidelined by a hurt limb. This hopefully means that I’ve gotten stronger, more patient, and smart about my legs this year.
Flipping through my calendar, looking at some of the long run numbers, I remember something about each of those runs. That’s what’s most important about all of the logging miles. It’s not just a number, it’s memories too.