Every year I set out what I intend to do in the coming twelve months. Running ten miles has been on my list for ten years now. And I hadn’t attempted it once. I received my January issue of O magazine, showcasing our pal Oprah, splendid in the Grand Canyon as she urged us all to have an adventurous New Year.
Today was as good of a time as ever, I thought. Then I went out and I ran those ten miles. The ones that I wrote about neatly in every planner I have had, thought about and found reasons to avoid. It wasn’t a marathon, or even a half marathon, but each mile was mine.
You should know I love everything about running except actually doing it. I love getting ready to run and I love being finished with a run. I struggle between those two bookends.
You know what would have been worse than it taking me ten years to run ten miles? It would be worse if it took me eleven years. It would be even worse if it took me twenty years. Here’s to an adventurous new year and to each of us as we rise to the occasion.