Photo courtesy of Jamcelsus
Well.
Um.
Well.
It's looking a bit dire.
I'm currently at 354 miles for the year, which means I still have 146 miles to go in November and December. 73 miles per month remaining.
Yikes.
I am determined to keep the crappy charity from getting my money. For one thing, I'd rather they didn't know where I lived, let alone the moral implications of my giving them cash.
I feel as though there is a lesson in this somewhere. I started out the year needing to only run about 10 miles per week. If I had kept that up, I could have taken two weeks off within the year and been fine as frog's hair.
Here I am faced with having to run 17 miles each week for every. single. week. left in the year with no exceptions, or else I am going to have to cough up some cash for a terrible cause.
I'm feeling much like I did the night before a major project was due in school, wondering why my previous self hadn't done more to keep me from this terrible fate.
So, I'm going to look on the bright side. This is a tough challenge I've foisted on myself, but it's doable. I actually love the rhythm of my day when it includes a morning run. I drop LO off at school and head over to the Y. I run for 45 minutes or an hour, and then I'm pleased to polish my exercise halo for the rest of the day. Not to mention how much more satisfying it is to shower after a workout than it is otherwise. You actually feel like you're accomplishing something.
No matter what happens (and I guarantee that the charity will NOT get my money!) I feel good about the habits I'm instilling in myself.
I just wish I'd gotten into that better habit place a little earlier in the year.
In any case, wish me luck as I sprint to the finish. (I'm joking. My speed is never faster than what an Olympic runner might charitably describe as a "lope.")
