Not much left in 2025. In fact, as of this writing 24 days. If I play my cards right, I will slightly, ever so slightly, pass 2000 miles for the year. In fact, at a very reasonable 5 miles a day, the total will be 2002.
I suppose I could be greedy and up it to 6 miles a day so that I could do that "Run The Year You're In" thing. The whole run the year you're in thing is kind of a stupid goal because, let's see, I get older every year, but I'm supposed to run further every year. Nah, not interested.
For years now, I have maintained that my running was measured to be serious or not by the 2000 mile mark. In the 59 years I have engaged in this running thing, I have surpassed the magic number 30 times. This, barring the unforeseen, will obviously be the 31st.
And maybe the last.
You see, what I've discovered in 2025 is that I AM not longer serious. Not complaining, whining, feeling like a victim, just acknowledging that while I still enjoy the run, there is nothing motivating me to do it in any particular way, for any particular distance. I'd like to think that this means I am passed it all and have moved on to a more zen-like state. Actually I'm tired.
And tired is okay.
Run on.
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