A Year Later

Life is full of unmet goals. But for the notoriously hopeful and enormously stubborn, such as I, that sad truth doesn't hold me back EVER in giving it another go. So much has happened in a years time that I don't dare to even recap the chaotic tangling and subsequent detangling of it all.
One thing holds fast, I am still running. And I'm still inconsistent about it, but as I said earlier, I refuse to give up. Currently my goal is not too lofty- as I believe it was before. My aspirations are still to run a marathon, to continue to PR, and numerous other markers I'd like to hit, but today, right now, I aim only to build consistency. To get out there and log the miles- the right way. Not overtraining, not running myself into a nasty injury or prove that I am superhuman. Just to run. So far this year, I seem to have logged in roughly 60 miles. I'd like to see a thousand this year. That leaves room for several illnesses, bad weather, and even a month long "fallen-off-the-wagon" here and there.
Its funny how, as much as I love this sport, it still takes a great harnessing of supernatural willpower to get me out the door and pounding asphault each and everytime. Every single run is a tiny victory for this ameatur. In three weeks I will run the Shamrock Run. This is an anniversary run for me, my third time in this race. In 2006 it was the first race I'd finished since highschool. That is a victory for me! Two weeks ago I ran at Tybee again. PR'd again. Ran my longest race to date (even though I've registered for longer races and managed to talk myself out of them, conveniently) which was 5 miles. I loved every minute of it too! As much of a self-induced butt whopping it is to get out there and run- I still love it and hope I'll continue as long as I'm able. Even if i never finish the marathon!