Once again, my 13-year-old daughter has me beat. I’ve logged 105.66 miles this month—but she’s sitting at 106.98. My week so far: 15.08 miles at an 8:22 pace. Hers? 15.69 miles at a 7:43 pace… plus another 3 miles of warm-up and cooldown.
And here’s the kicker: up until Monday, she had never run 5 miles non-stop. Now she’s cranked out 5.25 miles three days in a row like it’s nothing. This has been the story all month—I’ll put in what feels like a solid, respectable effort, and then she’ll go out and do the same workout, just a little longer and a little faster. Maybe it’s time to admit it’s her turn to carry the torch.
As for my own (slightly overshadowed) milestone: today’s 5-miler nudged my yearly total past the 600-mile mark. With four months left and 400 miles to go, hitting 1,000 miles this year is starting to feel possible. A steady 100 miles per month is doable, though I know work, life, cold weather, and the holiday season will test that resolve.
Whether I’m still building or already peaking on mileage is up for debate. Right now, it feels like a coin flip. But one thing’s for sure—running side by side with my daughter, definitely inspires me to keep chasing those miles.
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