So I hit 1,000 miles last week. I thought about blogging it. Clearly, I didn't. I mean, what is there to say? I could have written that I finally hit my goal of running 1,000 miles in a calendar year. But even I am no longer impressed by my hitting my goals. This either speaks to the low bar I set for myself OR to the fact that I know it isn't a matter of if but when I meet my goals.
I also have a 20 miler tomorrow. Whoop. De. Doo.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not exactly looking forward to it. I mean, I sort of am looking forward to my playlist of podcasts and Huckleberry Finn chapters. I sort of am looking forward to the taper that will immediately follow the 20 miler. But yeah. I've done these before. They hurt.
Clearly, I'm a bit burned out on the running bit. Looking forward to a more relaxing 2012.