After forcing my dad to the gym two days in a row, he was a trooper, today I ran outside around the town I grew up in. I had been telling him it was too cold (below freezing) to run outside, and that I didn't have the proper gear to run in. So today I ran in the new nike windproof hoodie he bought me for outdoor winter running. I'm not sure if he was being thoughtful getting me something I wanted, or if he was tired of the meathead gym. Something about running around a place with so many memories made me think about how far I've come from the last time I ran this route. I remember running with my friend who was prepping for the marines (not the marine I dated). Talking about how I was going to quit my job, about how I wanted to go back to school and move away for the first time. I could barely get through the whole run without feeling like I was dying. He was talking about rifles and survival skills and I was talking about student loans and Boston seafood.
I remember this stupid hill that I couldn't get up, and today I realized it's right at the beginning of my fourth mile. I ran through it in the snow like it was no big deal. I completely forgot about it. Hopefully this stupid hill is kind of like my annoyance with being single around the holidays, and next year I won't mind or I won't be single anymore. My marine friend who I was running with just bought a house, and is getting married in Ireland in a few months.
After I got back from my run, I realized that I beat my original goal today. I ran 250 miles in less than one year. Bring on the next 65.
253 Miles Down 62 Miles to Go
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