Running my first (through 7.5) miles on January 1, 2012
I ran these miles in 28 (will be 29 tomorrow) races, ranging from the 5K distance to a full marathon. I ran them as part of three relays. I ran them in New York, Maine, Massachusetts, New Jersey, Illinois, Pennsylvania and Ontario, Canada.
Running in Ontario, Canada during a relay
I ran them at the end of BRICK workouts, during training plans and just for fun. I ran them outside, on pavement, concrete, boardwalks, gravel and trails. I ran them inside on treadmills and an indoor track. I ran them happy, sad and angry. I ran them to forget and I ran them to remember. I ran them at the beginning and end of a duathlon and at the end of two triathlons. I ran them slow and fast, and everywhere in between. I ran PRs and I struggled just to finish.
At the end of our second triathlon
I ran for speed and I ran for distance. I ran two-a-days and some days I didn't want to run (but I did). I ran them with a smile on my face and with tears in my eyes. I ran them alone, with Mike, family and friends (new and old). I ran them with purpose and determination, and sometimes for no reason at all. Some days I felt like I was flying and other days I felt like I was crawling. I ran them in the morning, afternoon and evening. I ran them on the coast, in the mountains, in the city and in the country. I ran them in the rain, sun, snow and wind. I ran them in the cold and I ran them in the heat.
At the end of my first marathon, with tears in my eyes
In the end, it doesn't matter HOW, WHY, WHERE or WHEN I ran. It just matters that I DID.
After hitting 1,000 miles on December 28, 2012