Monday, September 17, 2007
...starts with a single step.
How true. Just getting anyplace takes some type of movement. Setting a goal 1,000 miles away and actually arriving there is an achievement.
That is how I felt while out on my run yesterday. Somewhere up on the moor I passed that line, stepped beyond the marker and into another set of goals. I didn't change visually, but internally I knew I had stepped through some type of barrier and left behind a part of me, to become someone changed.
I have run this distance other years, but not kept track of it. This year I had set a goal and recorded it for my benefit. I wanted to see what I could achieve, what I was capable of. I know that if I was in fall marathon training I would have passed the mark before now, but that is not the case. I've attempted to keep my weekly totals in a range of 25-30 miles to just keep me moving. I want to now lean more towards the 30 miles. I have also added hill repeats to my weekly or at least every other week workouts. I'm attempting to keep my mind questioning my actions to see if I truly have the mindset of a runner.
There is so much I want to do, so many things I hope to achieve. I want to see improvements, challenges, goals met and then reset. This is done a step at a time and perhaps a journey at a time. This 1,000 mile mark is not an end, but a waypoint as I continue along my route. There are other places I am headed, other paths I will trod. I reflect only briefly, and then continue on.