Last week I hit the 900 mile mark of my goal to complete 1000 miles before my 40th birthday. Writing that number down in my journal was surreal. It feels like yesterday that I was writing the number one hundred. I was proud of that accomplishment but in the back of my mind I questioned how realistic my goal was. It took me about seven weeks to get to that first one hundred. If I maintained that rate, I knew I wouldn’t make it. But, I’ve never been one to give up on the goals I set for myself. On December 21, 2013, I reached the 500 mile mark and the goal became more than realistic. In my mind, the goal was more obtainable. I had actually even logged one hundred miles in September. So, I knew I was capable of more.
The day I hit 900, I knew for certain that 1000 by June 12th was going to happen. But, I got to thinking that I wanted my 1000th mile to be memorable all the way around. My outfit, the setting, the people would have to be perfect. I got the idea that finishing 1000 while crossing a finish line would be perfect. I looked for a race the weekend before my birthday. Somewhere during my troll on line, I got the idea that it would be cool to complete my goal in the city where I first fell in love with running almost thirty years ago. I was already signed up for Run Like a Girl in Richmond, VA ten days before my birthday. When I did the calculations, I discovered that I would need to run thirty miles a week to reach my goal. This would be tough, but in my mind I thought I would give it a try.
So, today, I am seventy four miles and eighteen days away from 1,000. Wish me luck!