I am not a mileage junkie…
I’m way worse. I’m a WANNABE mileage junkie. And this time of year I get “Seasonal Junkie Disorder”. That’s where I SAY all year long that mileage doesn’t matter… but then I panic in December and do something stupid like put in a fifty mile week just trying to achieve some nebulous, meaningless mileage goal.
And… here we go again.
This year is not as bad. As of yesterday, I’m at 1197 miles for the year. Considering most of the year I was training for triathlons and only running 3 days a week, 23 miles a week is fine. I will hit 1200 on my 10 mile run tomorrow and be done with it… right?
See… I have this friend… and he does this thing every year… called “The 12 Running Days of Christmas”. I don’t want to say or curse his name… but his initials are Shawn Goertz.
If my mad math SKILLZ are correct, this is 78 miles in 12 days and 63 miles of that in the first week.
I’ve done this before… and it hurt. A lot. I don’t think I was in as good shape then as I am now… but it hurt. I also know that if I’m serious about ramping up for ultra distances, mileage needs to stop scaring me. You know… big girl panties and all that.
It will also put me at 1275 miles(ish) on the 25th. You know… with one more week to run the last 25 miles to get to 1300.
I need therapy.
p.s. If anybody is doing this craziness as well and needs some company, please call me. I’m available every day but Tuesday (until after 3). I can only run about 7:45/mi for these distances at the fastest. But I will GLEEFULLY run 10-15 minute miles if you let me run with you…