It was a cold night for a run, but I went out anyways. Be proud. I swathed myself in layers of warm fabrics, plugged into an audiobook, and trotted out a solid nearly-nine-klicks in the gusty winds and drifting snow of a late-October, early-winter evening.
And I wanted to write something because I ticked over on something of a milestone.
Now, true enough, had I stuck to my original training plan — and had I not found myself ill a couple weeks ago — and had I insisted on pushing my training buddies to go a little further the last couple of Sunday mornings — well, I might have passed this milestone a about a week and a half ago. But as such, and life being what it is…
I paused for a very brief moment tonight, trudging through another few steps of icy sidewalk, having just cross the intersection of Rabbit Hill and Riverbend Roads, giving a nod to the empty bus shelter, and checked my watch as the cumulative odometer of my virtual run for 2012 ticked over to four digits.
I’ve long since passed my calendar year record, but having crossed over into the one-thousand-plus kilometer range for this particular calendar year I can’t help but think this raises that metaphorical bar a little bit. The official distance to date for 2012 as I sit here on the couch equalizing my body temperature back to the ambient warmth of my living room: 1002 klicks. Not too shabby, eh?