Only At My House…
I am a runner. Well, that is not exactly true. The truth is I was a runner and would like to be again. I ran cross country in middle school, high school, and college. And in more recent years, I have ran but very sporadically. Mostly I have ran after my kids. I ran them to school, to soccer, to swim practice….You get the idea.
About a month ago, I decided, ‘I am going to do this’. I am going to run. And not only am I going to run, this time I am going to stick with it. No excuses. I lasted a week. So, after my mini vacation from running it was clear, I needed a better plan. I needed something that was going to motivate me and more than that I needed something that was going to hold me accountable.
My mind drifted back through my running career. What had kept me motivated previously? And then I remembered Coach Alan Hopewell’s running clubs. It was brilliant really. The running clubs were based on how many miles you ran during the summer months. There was a 250 mile club, 500, 750, and so on. I was a member of the 250 mile club. I logged the majority of those miles running solo, in some of the most unusual places.
One summer our family took a boating trip. We began our journey in Evansville, Indiana and we finished a week later in Mobile, Alabama. My running shoes came too, tucked in the bow of the boat. Each evening we would stop at a marina to house the boats for the night and then we would find a hotel. Usually we didn’t get off the water until dusk and when we did stop, we were in an unfamilar setting. Because of this, many of the miles I logged that week were ran in a hotel parking lot. Back and forth, back and forth, until I estimated I had ran the distance I was aiming for. This was less than fun, but I did it and at the end of that summer I was a member of the 250 mile club.
Being a member of the 250 mile club was one of the most satisfying things I have done, yet I don’t remember recieving anything. As I recall, there were no trophies given, there were no medals awarded. It was just the simple satisfaction of setting a goal and achieving it. So, after my most recent failed attempt of sticking to a running regimen, I am starting my own mile club. My goal is to run 50 miles in 30 days. And just like in high school, a calendar hangs on the refrigerator recording the miles I have ran.
Fifteen miles down, only 35 more to go! I just might make my goal! Until then, I am going to keep running on…