(Read about the past 40 mile challenges here.)
44 miles in September. Plus a few dozen more footsteps.
This is how it went down.
(Or when I blame lots of other things for the fact that I was just sort of lazy.)
We walked together as a family almost every night in August.
Soccer and homework have jacked up those plans.
The weather was nice in August.
It has been hideous all September.
I like freedom.
I do not like schedules.
Schedules jack up my freedom.
Schedules take a while for me to embrace.
The 10th became the 17th. On the 17th I had logged a grand total of 5.27 miles.
I was in big trouble. Gigantic trouble.
Thirteen days. 38.73 miles to go. I should have quit. I really should have. But I am stubborn. I don't set many goals, because when I do, it kills me if I don't reach them. Keeps me up at night.
So I did what any night owl who is a nightmare before 7am would do...
Set my alarm for 5:45 am. Put on my workout clothes. Drank a lot of coffee. Ate a Luna bar. Grabbed my earphones. Headed out the door. Alone. Because nobody who values their life is allowed to talk to me before 7 am. Nobody.
Guess what? Being alone is amazing. Being alone means you get more miles in quicker. Mainly because of the music and the whole no stroller/ nobody crying/ needing/ dropping things/ thing.
Lots more miles.
Lots less sweat too, since the sun has hardly awakened and started scorching the earth with it's wrath and fury. Go away sun. If I wanted to live in Phoenix, I would live in Phoenix.
The seemingly impossible became somewhat possible. Three miles one day, four another, eight another (morning solo, evening with the family).
Mumford & Sons came out on the 24th and made it enjoyable, even. I was so excited going to bed on the 23rd knowing that I would be able to listen to the whole album straight through the next morning. That lovely next morning was my longest and fastest to date. So good.
My knees and ankles may hate me. I should have been smarter, I should have taken some days off when I was hurting. But I am alive. Alive, old, and slightly broken. Even so, another month down.
No quitting. Nope.
The goal for October? 41 miles.
My alarm and Mumford greeted me in the darkness this morning. I thought a few times I might get murdered. I need to borrow a dog. Or watch less crime shows. I do not want to be #44milesondateline
3.7 sweaty miles in before the temperature reached triple digits. 37.3 miles to go. Yesss.