Bigger. Further. Crazier.
It’s almost the New Year and if you are a regular reader of this blog you were likely expecting something new from the Mega-Running-Goal & Virtual-Adventures Desk, right?
Bigger. Further. Crazier.
So… I was drawing maps again. I was using some Google Maps pedometer app to track out manageable distances from the corner near my house (you know the drill) and out… but not sure as yet to where I was going. See, in 2012, I ran the distance to Vancouver. In 2013, I ran (virtually, of course) right up to and then through the town of Yellowknife, passing that goal before my birthday in late November, and blowing through my original goal by more than 200 klicks by the end of the year. So, for 2014? Where to? How could I top… or at least match… those goals, and not just have it be another random run somewhere.
Then I got to thinking: BIGGER. FURTHER. CRAZIER.
…but not too crazy. Big, yes, but still manageable.
1924 1925 my late grandfather emigrated to this awesome country from the Netherlands. He would have been about the same age as my daughter is now (seven-ish) when he rode on a boat across the Atlantic Ocean with his family and landed in Halifax, Nova Scotia at Pier 21.
That place, where he first set foot as a kid in this country, and one of the older dates I can trace through my paternal ancestry in this country, is now a national historic site and (according to Google Maps) it is also about 4,937 klicks from my house.
Nearly five thousand klicks. Okay. So… probably not manageable by the end of 2014… or even by the end of 2015. But by November 23, 2016 — as in, the same day as I turn 40 (YIKES!) — that kind of distance might just be possible. A three year virtual run, spanning all the days between my 37th birthday until my 40th.
(And yes, that gives me kick-start of the 191.4 klicks I’ve run since November 23rd, but those were post-Yellowknife distances anyhow!)
1096 days. An average of four and a half klicks per day.
1096 days. An average of four and a half klicks per day. 1650 klicks per year. Eighty percent of the way across this country. And the opportunity for an epic run of self-discovery and historical family blogging. What else could I ask for in a bigger, further, and crazier goal?
So, this is me… charting and mapping my virtual run adventures, from the corner near my house and across the vastness of my own beautiful country and towards my grandfather’s first step in Canada — a Heritage Race before I hit 40 — these are the klicks I might have run had they been strung end-to-end from my 37th birthday until the day I hit 40. Brought to you by the magic of obsessive personal metrics, a fancy GPS watch, and the number 21. Stay tuned.
 Thanks to my cousin Stephen who provided some fact-checking along with some updated immigration information and imagery for me.