It’s that time again when I write about something no one else cares about.
(Yes: It’s about 7 p.m.)
Another year of running has come and gone, and I am again adding up how many miles I put in.
Pure mileage is not the only measure of how successful the year was, of course.
Or I could look at my injury record, which is a pretty significant measure of success — ’cause if I’m not running, I’ve kinda failed.
I was healthy all year and didn’t miss any time, which I again credit to my habit of only running every other day — except in July, when I sometimes did two-a-days to help get my son into shape for middle school cross-country.
The knees are not entirely happy, but they continue to bear the load. Hooray, knees.
But. back to the mileage.
Without consciously trying, I have topped 2012’s total of 510 miles. Including the 3.5 miles I did this morning, I’ve run 531.9 miles in 2013. And I’m not done yet, as the schedule calls for me to go out for a jog on New Year’s Eve.
(That mileage total averages out to about 10.3 miles per week. Three runs of three-plus miles per week, or four two-and-a-half-mile runs, will get you there. That’s about what I do. My efforts are modest.)
I cannot improve on my comment from this time last year: “Running is one of the few really constructive things I do with myself, and quite possibly the only good, self-protective habit I have besides brushing my teeth.”
I could stand to add a few more good, self-protective habits in 2014, especially if I want to keep running.
I think I will go put my feet up and consider that further.