With today’s 6.42-mile run at an 8:11 pace, I’ve officially crossed the 800-mile mark for the year. With about two and a half months left, I’m averaging 84 miles a month in 2025 and am on pace to break 1,000 miles before the year is out.
That said, I can feel the faint stirrings of a motivation crisis. With no more 5:20 a.m. cross-country wakeups for Maya, I’ve lost my built-in reason to get up early. Stepping out into the darkness at 6:30 isn’t exactly inviting, and once the cold sets in, it’ll be even tougher. My River to River relay team seems to be finished for good, taking away one more reason to stay sharp. And with the state cross-country meet coming up this Saturday, it feels like a symbolic end to the season—and maybe to my running momentum as well.
The truth is, I don’t have anything specific I’m training for right now. That’s not necessarily a bad thing, but it does make it harder to lace up on those days when the couch is calling. If I’m just running for fitness, then why push through an 11-miler on the weekend?
Still, I can’t deny that I feel strong. My fitness is the best it’s been in a while, and the scale is finally trending in the right direction after years of frustration. When I eventually break 20 minutes in the 5K again—and maybe even inch closer to 18:30—I’ll know the miles were worth it.
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