First, a photo from this morning. After some considerable delay, V and I managed to trundle out the front door at around 10:00 this morning. I had a couple of fresh buttermilk biscuits and an egg in my belly, and we headed out to grab about eight miles. It was a cold, foggy morning, but it’s a nice run. Not overly hilly, but enough to get your attention (543 feet in climb).
I find myself thinking about numbers today, and thought I’d share a few.
227. The number of days that have passed since the 2013 Boston Marathon. I’m thinking about the people who were hurt at the end of the race, and those who died. But mostly, I’m thinking about the running community here in New England, and how much everyone is looking forward to 2014, and showing the world that we have what it takes to bounce back. To be resilient.
155. The number of days left until the 2014 Boston Marathon.
$2,190. The amount of money you’ve helped me raise for The Leukemia & Lymphoma Society so far. Family, friends, and colleagues; you’re all tremendously appreciated for what you have done so far to make this a reality. Thank you Mark, Rachel, Ellen, Megan, Sean, Brad, Cath, Dean, Donna, Stephanie, Jeannie, Patty, Kimberly (both of you), David & Virginia, Mom & Dad, Aunt Sheryl, Ben, and Tim.
$2,538. The amount of money that’s on its way. I’ve received cash donations (thanks, Mom and Dad), sold some camera equipment (thanks, Sonya), sold some photos (thanks, Anke), and sold some eggs (thanks, Jenny, Mary, Eric, Ellen, Rob, Sue, Tony, Whitney, and Kim). Also, there are corporate matches on the way (thank you, G.E. and PUMA).
$1,797. The amount that still needs to be raised to hit my goal of $6,500. Who’s up for going beyond this target?
615. The number of miles I’ve hauled this body over hills, across valleys, and along the belt of a treadmill in the last 255 days.
748. The number of miles I plan on running, walking, elliptical training, etc., between now and Patriot’s Day… and then it will be down to 26.2.
…and just for fun, here’s what V looked like as she got in a little extra speed for her last mile of our run this morning. I remember the first time we went running together. She was a sprinter then, and would blaze past, then gasp for air. Repeatedly. Finally panting, “how much longer?” Not a happy workout for her… today, she’s probably almost as fast as she was then, but now she just keeps going. Doesn’t pause, no break, just puts down the miles. She’s a natural. She’s amazing! Go, V!