For the past few weeks I have found myself out on my runs trying to count in my head just how many miles I have done in the past week. When I first started running I logged each daily run and workout but over the years I have gotten away from that.
The Chick’s Running Night that I joined at Fleet Feet keeps track of each ladies’ miles and gives out free swag for reaching certain goals (Free stuff for running? Yes please!). Some of those women have racked up a staggering amount of miles during their time with the group.
That got me thinking…..just how many miles do I run in a year? I started to realize that I run a lot more miles than I first thought. In fact, a lot of my life can be noted in miles.
Last year was my final full one as a year round New Yorker and a lot happened. Early on in the fall Super Storm Sandy came plowing through the city. My fiancée and I were spared any damage to our apartment but transportation throughout the city was a mess. As we waited for the trains to start working again we started running to and from work. We quickly realized that we lived only a few miles from Central Park (where we both taught ice skating and hockey) and thus began an entire year of running to and from work. It was an incredible experience. We would often jog to work together and many times I would go home before him. I would find new routes to weave around the city and usually found some awesome place to tell him about when he got home. We never took a train or bus after the storm. This was the best way to experience NYC before moving on.
One of the coolest experiences I have had in my life was training for a marathon and doing it alongside my fiancée. We have a friend who was generous enough to create a pretty tough training plan and together we stuck to it from start to finish like diligent little running soldiers. There were some angry grunts, and some ticked off glares to each other at times, but we also worked to help pull each other through speed workouts, random training, and all of those long runs together. We watched each other reach new places neither of us had ever been.
We ran the marathon together and pulled each other along at different stages of the race. It was a tough experience and we both struggled at times. My fiancée’s brother jumped in and finished with him which meant a lot not only because he had done the same for his brother but it was awesome to share the entire experience with family. We both wanted to finish in under 4 hours and we surpassed that not only by quite a bit, but I didn’t even realize at the time that I had qualified for Boston. My heart races with pride and happiness as I type this out thinking about how we worked together as a team for months to make it happen (you will find this even more amazing considering that we work together running a business 24/7…and we still wanted to get married!)
And then we got married. We even practically ran to the altar (figuratively, not literally). I know tradition says that the bride and groom shouldn’t see each other the morning of the wedding, but I got this awesome phone call the morning of asking me if we could have breakfast together. We dined and then did what we always do, went for a run. I figured nothing could be more perfect than spending the entire wedding day with my best friend from start to finish.
In 2013 I ran through the woods, along beaches, around our new city getting to know it, through a cross country ski course in the middle of the summer, with my new family in a Thanksgiving Turkey Trot, and so much more. Call me a running dork but all those miles made for some awesome times.
I think this year I am going to dust off the old training logs and keep track of how many miles I cover in a year. Don’t worry, you won’t be getting daily updates on my mileage. But it will be fun to see where the miles take me this time and to finally figure out just how many miles there are in a year.
Have a Happy New Year!