Hit a massive milestone today. Never in a million years would I have thought this was possible. I, who always thought that running was only to get first in the ice cream queue, started to run on a regularly basis and not after ice cream vans.
I know, crazy and for yet to be determined reasons, I also came up with the idea of running a thousand miles in one year, and that was dreamt up without the help of alcohol too. Just how and why did I do that, I dunno, I clearly need to have a talk with myself over a stiff drink or two, to come to the bottom of this sillyness.
Yet, it clearly did help, because I have now run just over a thousand kilometers, 1000km, a million meters, in under 10 months.
I know it's not 1000 miles but it's a fecking milestone still, especially when I've always been wary about my knees and lower back when doing dumb things, like sportsball in the park after a few pints. Heck even when cycling.
Don't think I'll get to the original target but I'm well and truly chuffed that I did this, yes there was walking up the hills and still is. But I now know that I can run 10 miles without needing a lift.
Like a ultra runner I saw on a video/podcast said - totally plagiarizing his words here - I (he didn't really like running) run because I want to be able to do other things (e.g. be able to go on a hike camping trip without being bollocksed afterwards).
I run, so I can walk my dogs, get up hills and eat cake without worrying about it.
Does this make me a runner?
622miles done, 378miles to go!