I Am Not Robotman.
I find myself on the shelf for a 7th consecutive day. That’s 84-112 miles that slipped through my fingertips as I sit here, just 359 miles away from my 2012 goal. Loved ones are worried about my mental health more than my injuries – perhaps with just cause, as all I think about is Robotman.
My Feet And My Mind.
As we Americans sit down to gorge tomorrow, as only we Americans can, I find myself thankful for not losing my feet and for not losing my mind. Sure, having run 4100+ miles in the last 2 years may seem like I’m trying to destroy my feet because I’m insane, but stick with me here as I share some secrets.
2000 Miles. Again.
I ran 8 miles this morning to hit 2000 on the year. I knew I wanted to mark the occasion with a quick post, but I wasn’t sure I had anything new or profound to say. Then as I rounded the corner to take 1999 miles to 2000, a simple “thank you” from a fellow runner was everything I needed and more.