After two years of running, I hit the 1,000-mile mark during yesterday’s 5.6-mile run on July 4, 2022. At 64 years of age, this number didn’t come easy, but it was a good reminder that small, consistent daily steps, over time, can lead to some pretty interesting outcomes.
I grew up on a ranch outside of Tucson, Arizona. The state capital, Phoenix, is about 111 miles away up Interstate 10. If you were to tell me back in the early days that in 50 years, I’d run the equivalent from Tucson to Phoenix 9 times in two years, I would have said you were crazy.
Fast forward back to this week.