one thouuuuuusand

Not to get too far ahead of myself, but barring some catastrophic event I will be reaching my goal of running 1000 miles in 2014 at the end of next week. Just to be clear, that's 3.5 moths earlier than I planned. Just to be extra clear, that's f'ing awesome!

I'm getting a lot of questions these days pertaining to this radical addiction I'm cultivating. Friends are curious, especialy when we hang out together and I don't drink. It's true, I used to enjoy a few glasses of wine, appies, desserts...honestly though, I don't miss any of it. I used to eat junk food, now I don't. I used to drink and smoke the odd cigarette, now I don't. The payoff in terms of running performance and the way I feel far outweigh any instant gratification that I might get out of glass of wine or a bag of chips. People change, sometimes for the better.

I do have a looming thought some days though. The thought is more of a question, "how long can I keep going like this?" I have literally filled every moment of my waking life with activity; there is never a time throughout my week when I have nothing to do. There is a part of me that likes this immensely; the part of me that gets stressed out when I try and relax anyway, or gets depressed when I'm not busy enough. But there is a small voice in the back of my mind that is sounding an alarm; a warning that I am too close to maximum overdrive, that I am going to crash and burn. When I hear this voice I tell myself to just take it one day at a time. Some days I will succeed in getting everything done, some days I won't. I think I have my priorities straight and all I can do beyond that is to stay as honest with myself as possible about my goals and motivations. Kids first, running second everything else after that.