1,000 miles

When you sit down to hammer out the deadlines and details and end up a couple of hours later with your head spinning because all of the numbers to juggle...

The beginning of the semester: lots of dates, lots of assignment points, lots of bits and details that you sometimes remember to do and sometimes don't.  And I'm also trying to jam in all of the reading that I can manage and all of the rounds of Skip-Bo and Yahtzee that we can happily play together.  But it's a good kind of busy.

Except for the painting that I'm (hopefully) finishing up today.  I'm done with painting.

But I'm also going to run first because painting makes me tired, it turns out.  And this year, I'm tracking my exercise miles with a goal for at least 1,000 miles this calendar year.  I broke out my new pair of shoes to start me off, though some of my toes are still getting a bit numb around 15-18 minutes in, but they fit like champs and they have that delightful, grippy feel that just makes me feel faster. 

(But I'm not faster.  True story:  I've slowed down a couple of ticks from where I was running last year and added a couple of extra pounds last year.  I see a correlation, but I'm also hungry a lot.)

But 1,000 miles: 20 miles for 50 weeks.  If you want, check in with me throughout the year.  Once the semester starts, it's really easy to justify a short run every time (2.3 miles = 300 calories x 5 times a week = not enough miles). 

I like round numbers.  I like goals to aim for.  And I really like the accomplishment of an extended effort.  Slow and steady this year, folks.  Let's do it.