|Mile 6ish into my birthday run|
My partner's father once mentioned creating a five-year plan--I think he was talking about getting married or having children at the time--and that number has stuck with me. Even five years is too long though. How about a two-year plan?
Needless to say, a lot of what popped up on my two-year plan was running related. Among the things I'd like to accomplish within the next two years:
- Run the Rim-to Rim-to Rim
- Fastpack a few days on the Colorado Trail this summer, as soon as I get my paws on a GoLite Imogene 2 and a (purple) Jam 50.
- Run a race in the Leadville series
- Finish a sub-6 hour 50k
- Get a buckle
- Run a 100-mile race--definitely on the furthest end of the two-year plan
- Run an ultramarathon distance every birthday
|About 13 miles, looking back at the|
mountains from Highland's Ranch
Another thing that had been sitting on my to-do list was to run to work. The drive is about 24 miles and follows the mountains along the highway. It's a lovely albeit long commute. Just for fun, I started playing with a walking route on Google maps, and extended the trip to about 27 miles. Streetviewing the trip made it seem totally doable. About ten miles in was a Whole Foods, there were quite a few gas stations along the way, and if I decided I couldn't make it, because I was on roads--and not in shape to run this distance--I could easily call for a ride home. It's my damn birthday, anyway.
There is something powerful knowing that your feet can fuel your commute, in knowing that after a few basic parameters are met (nice weather, a comfy pack, a backstock of convenient fueling items, someone willing to pick you up that night, and six-plus hours' notice), sans car I can still make it. No, I won't be in great shape by the time I get there, but I'd at least be a warm body to unlock the door.
|At a low point, around mile 18. I felt a lot worse for the bison|
stuck in that tiny enclosure than for myself.