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1000 Kilometers

30 Oct

Soooo prepare to bow to me in admiration because yesterday I ran my 1000th kilometer since starting this running thing. Take a minute to ooh and aah, I’ll wait.

Done?  Okay, well, the first 85 of those 1000 I ran in 2009… then after a hiatus, I ran the last 915km since this May. Which is a lot you guys. That’s like just picking up and running from Vancouver to Calgary… which either means nothing to you, or you recognize that this would be a horrible choice. Better to run the other way into the ocean then run to Calgary. Barf. I’m joking only not really. I don’t understand why people live anywhere in Canada other than British Columbia. As far as I’m concerned, if your city sees people die from cold every year… it shouldn’t exist.

And we all know how horrible heading to the sea can turn out.

But back to the issue at hand here, which is how awesome I am. I don’t mean to sound like I’m bragging (I am though, suck it), but this is a pretty big deal for me. I went from having no athletic inclination whatsoever and actively avoiding exercise in all forms to this. I guess it makes me look back on how much I’ve changed, how different my priorities are, and how effing magnificent I am in comparison.

I ran this 1000.83 km over a total of 154 workouts. It took me 128 hours, 58 minutes, and 20 seconds to run it all. I burned 53712 calories. I saw approximately a billion deer, all of whom were too sassy for their own good. At least 100 dogs barked at me from behind fences. Maybe 75 cats freaked the hell out of me when I caught their glowing eyes in my headlamp. Hundreds of cars have swerved to avoid mowing me down. And hundreds of drivers thought to themselves; “hey, there goes one cool lady”, or so I assume.

The Nike+ Interface. Proof behind the bragging.

I’ve run up hundreds of hills and lived to tell the tale. I’ve run through shin splints, head colds, and a nice case of appendicitis. I’ve skipped parties so I could run the next morning. I’ve gone to parties I shouldn’t have and had to run through the hangover as a result. I’ve been made fun of for being obsessed and that’s totally cool with me.

I guess it just feels good to think about how each and every single run, whether it was 2 kilometers or 21.1, added together to such a crazy number. And then I look at my training schedule for the next few months and realize I’ll more than double my total by the marathon in May. And that just makes me feel sleepy.

If this doesn't make you sleepy on my behalf, we're not friends.