About a mile and a half into my run yesterday morning I reached a mark that seems incredible to me. I resumed running in 2002 after a 20-year layoff, but I didn’t start recording my mileage until January 2004, when I got my first running log.
In the slightly over 9 years since then, I’ve run more than 10,000 miles – roughly the distance as the crow flies from my house to Zimbabwe.
Since the finish line always seems to me to be in Zimbabwe, this feels like quite an accomplishment. Setting any new PRs is highly unlikely, so I guess my only goal should be longevity. I figure if I can maintain the same training regimen, I will have circumnavigated the Earth by my 77th birthday.
Of course by then we’ll all be bionic and genetically mutated so it won’t be such a big deal. But it will keep me one step ahead of the zombies.