One Thousand Miles

January first, Two Thousand Twelve ........................................................

I logged a two mile run which left me standing barefoot in the cold as my feet burned. It would be another twenty eight days until I ran again.

That same day I opened up my running log spreadsheet to set new goals and log the painful run. Staring at the computer screen I could not but help but wonder how everything would work out, after all it was just a week away that my reversal surgery would occur.

Too much time has passed to fully know what I was thinking but I imagine it was something like, “Oh, what the hell, just put down one thousand miles.

How truly strange that I should meet that mark the same day my mother started her treatments for her cancer.

This morning when I awoke I knew I needed four and one quarter miles to meet the “impossible” goal I set in January....... I ran four miles this morning, ending up one quarter mile short ..... I had mixed feelings about going out again to complete my goal until Susan came home from work.... we spoke about it and her words, “Your Mom would want you to finish this” led me to lacing up my shoes and getting it done.

How Strange Life Can Be

Mike