Interestingly, as soon as I hit mile three of my run tonight, I was hit with a wicked side cramp that I could not get rid of. I walked/ran the rest of the way home, simultaneously cursing my side and thinking that if I could have, I would have just kept on running. It was a gorgeous night. I kept my pace really easy, focused on my form and my turnover and though my left knee constantly threatened mutiny at any moment, I felt like a million bucks. Or maybe a thousand bucks? Haha.
I wish that I had hit 1,000 miles, oh, about 6 months ago, but what could I do about it? Not much.
It feels like almost every time I run the most difficult step is literally my first one out the door. It is so weird, because I never end a run feeling like I wish I hadn't gone (isn't that true of all runners?) and so I can't figure out the disconnect in my brain. Why, if running is so pleasurable, is it usually so hard to get out and do it? Tonight I was too cold, too tired, too hungry . . . but once I got out there I was so happy!
So, in honor of my 1,000th mile I am going to, uh . . . . do what? I don't know. I should have planned better!
Any suggestions for marking the milestone?