I’m not really one to make and keep a goal. I’m forgetful and old in my ways. Resolutions were more of an idea rather than feasible reality.
But on January 1st, I made an insignificant proclamation that I would make my body travel 1000 miles by my birthday, which just so happens to be this Thursday. My rules were:
Walking under a 17 minute mile didn’t count
Normal transportation from work, grocery store, beach, restaurant, etc. also didn’t count
My heart rate should be in the fat burning “zone” (or over 110 bpms)
Only miles that were counted on my spark tracker- so no elliptical, step machine, stair climber, row machine, etc.
Each month, I clocked in around 80 miles from the spin bike. I am a terribly dedicated spinner. I love everything about it. First of all, it can be adjusted. When I’m injured or have tired legs from other workouts, I can lower my resistance. I can also take standing breaks, which are easier on my body than spinning completely in the saddle. Secondly, it can be competitive if you are in the right class. My Saturday morning power group basically competes to see who can get the top mileage for the week. 30 miles in a little over an hour is always my goal. We even have competitions to see who can sit and spin over 80 rpms at the highest resistance (I’ll never win that one)! But most importantly, spin is all around conditioning. Obviously it is a killer workout for your thighs and calves, but it also tones your ass and forces your core to stay balanced and engaged.
And if you are lucky, and your gym has a Spinning machine with the video… you get to watch this guy calmly lead you through fake hills and fast tracks:
No, seriously, this guy is like the zen master of spin classes. My current instructors just yell at you till you want to cry. This guy wants you to be one with the bike.
Ok, so spinning covered roughly 480-500 miles of my 1000 mile goal. The other 500 miles?
Holy smokes, I ran over 400 miles this year SO FAR. That’s roughly the distance from Chicago to Nashville, TN. I am blown away by that number. Just being able to accomplish that makes up for the torn up feet and random leg pains.Oh, and the constant need to consume everything in site (see last post on pita chips).
This morning is when I crossed over to the 1000 threshold. In fact, Spark says that I am 3 miles over that.
This run also happened to be my last run of my 23rd year. It was an easy 3.1 miler, one that I ran out by the marina. I usually dont run there because it can get crowded, but it was such a lovely morning and you could see the city rising from the waterfront at just about every turn. When I hit the half way mark, I didn’t even want to turn around. I contemplated being late for work or calling off all together. That’s what running does to you.
Giving myself a new body and lifestyle is and was the ultimate gift.
Now, for the next 6 months, my goal is to get in 900 miles. Yes, I know, that’s 100 fewer than the last 6, but, as Game of Thrones urges: Winter is coming.
Now, go celebrate your lofty-ish goals, my friends. I will be.