As runners our sense of chronology can sometimes become muddled. We end up telling time in terms of distance instead of the conventional use of hours, days, weeks, or months.
In my case it has been 2,000.77 kilometres since the year began. And as I reflect back on the year so far I fondly recall the kilometres I shared with my partner, who, since taking up our sport in the fall, has become a very good runner in his own right.
I recall my very first run of the year through ice cold temperatures and slick conditions. The ice storm which reeked havoc in Southern Ontario was still savagely in effect and hence that first run of 2014 was slow and arduous. If memory serves correctly I silently yet fervently prayed the run would be over before I started manually inserting bullets into my temple.
I also remember the run I did in memory of my father on Valentine’s Day and how I could feel his spirit urging me on. Proud of me still. And expressing his pride and support in ways that can only come when you’ve crossed over from this world.
117.2 of those 2000+ kilometres took place in races. Some were painful. Such as the asthma attack during the Goodlife Fitness Toronto Marathon. Or the heavily chafed thighs during the Around The Bay Road Race. Some were racked full of joy — I medalled for the first time in my age group at The Eaton Downtown Dash 5K and later went on to break a personal best at A Midsummer Night’s Run 30K. All are memories filled with pride.
This year I’ve been training harder than ever and have crossed the 2000 kilometre mark much earlier than I have previously. Will I celebrate with cake? Not right now. But I will celebrate quietly. And in those celebrations I will thank you all for being along for the run.