So tonight I started on my arduous journey of running 500 miles before I turn 30. It was a hard fought 1.41 miles. But, I've got the first 1.41 miles in the bag. That's the good news. The bad news is I only have 214 days before I turn 30. That's 2.33 miles per day if you do the math. I'm already behind on mileage per day.
I shouldn't have waited until I got home from work to start the run. If I had run this morning, albeit in the fog, I think it would have gone better. It was really warm and the sidewalk had frozen spots of water on it. The little patches of ice definitely made it interesting. It was dark and poorly lit, and once in awhile those patches would remind me to slow down.
I had a running partner tonight. Rock, my American bulldog, joined me. He needed the exercise, too. He's been cramped up in the new townhouse, and we haven't gotten him to the dog park lately. He's such a good runner. I have to drop the leash though when I run with him. You know, he stops to do his business, and being the bad dog owner that I am, I let him do his business while I keep running. Hey, he always catches up. Besides, would you pick up dog poop and then run with it? I have a hard enough time picking it up and putting it in the garbage.
Well, anyways. Tonight was the first step in fulfilling my goal. I had been talking big at work; I'm going to run five miles tonight. No, that didn't happen, but I made sure to get in some progress. Five hundred still seems like 498.59 miles away though.
