1,000 Miles: Month 1
“Yes!” was my initial reaction.
Then came the second.
“Shit, that’s less than I should have run…”
When I first committed to the 1,000 Miles thing (yes, running 1,000 miles in 2014) I did some quick calculating.
Running 100 miles a month would put me over the 1,000 mile mark, meaning if I clocked a few months with 100 miles I would have some leeway. I then went to a calculator and figured out that what I really needed to do was hit about 20 miles a week, or about 80 miles a month. Doable, but after a month of not running I needed to work my way back up.
And so January began and Megan and I began a daily texting fest back and forth about how we were feeling, what runs we were planning on doing, etc. We both hit the 50 mile mark on the same weekend and gave ourselves a congratulatory “we did it!” Because when you’ve got a big goal, you have to knock off it off one little goal at a time.
Ok, so maybe 61.1 miles in the first month isn’t so bad after all. Sure, it’s under the 80 mile mark, but then again…. I started a week into January and managed to bust out 61.1 miles. That has to count for something.
On one run in the last month a rat scurried across my path, and then the next day I ran past a dead one. A flock of pigeons almost flew into me. But I also got to run in the snow in the woods and be reminded of what a real trail run feels like. I think overall that’s a positive payoff.
I am reminded that running, much like life, is a process. Some days are hard, but when you push through, the other side feels a little brighter. There’s clarity on a run. You’re away from emails and phone calls and you have time to think. My best brainstorming happens when I run. So maybe this year I’ll have some of my best ideas ever. It’s all about intention after all. Create the situation that puts you at your best.
When you commit to a goal, especially with a friend, you become accountable. In a way, you’re forced to get out on that morning run even though you’d rather sleep the extra 45 minutes. You have to get on the foam roller. You have to stretch. And because you do all those things, there’s a payoff. You get faster. The runs get easier. You enjoy your food more. Your Sunday brunch and French press happen at 1pm instead of 10am because you clocked a 9 miler in the morning and you’re happy to admit you feel a little smug about that.
We should be thankful that we can use our bodies. That we can push ourselves. That we can accept a challenge and work towards it. This is as much mental as it is physical.
And looking back at my photos, it was a beautiful month.
These are things to feel good about.
Get out and get after it. Onto 1,000 Miles Month 2.