For July I was back to my nearly 100 miles for the month. 98 miles to be precise (with some rounding.) I am pleased with that number, If I am averaging 90-100 miles a month I am happy. Kim asked me why I put myself through this when I was so tired Sunday night, and this is one of the reasons.
I may not be the fastest
I may not run the farthest
I am not the skinniest
But I am still a runner, and cranking out 90+ miles a month makes me feel good. Because those little markers, those mileposts as it were, are what I really use to measure myself against. Oh I some times question that when I am running up that hill on Mesa again, or just trying to hold things together until I can reach the 7-11 bathroom. But that feeling I get when I finish a good run is well worth it. And when I can enjoy sights like the sun just hitting the mountain tops in the morning, or the creeks flowing strong, or the fresh clean, cool air you get first thing in the morning, those make all the sweat and occasional soreness well worth it.
Now if only I could show the same mental strength when it came to eating! Lately my eating has degenerated into disorganization yet again. That's an eternal battle I know, but gosh it would be nice to see the trenches move a little.
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