January is officially in the books, and it was a solid one. I logged 117.55 miles, which would’ve ranked as my second-highest monthly total last year—a nice reminder that consistency still works.
I closed the month with a 7.05-mile run in just over an hour (8:38 pace), then rolled straight into February with 9 easy miles at a 9:06 pace. Back-to-back longer days earned me a rest day today, which still leaves a very manageable math problem: 91 miles over the next 26 days to hit 100 for February. That’s 3.5 miles a day—and the real goal is to push my bread-and-butter run days closer to five miles, which should make the hundred feel almost inevitable, especially with some longer weekend runs mixed in.
Those long runs really seem to be the secret sauce right now. The fitness is starting to show up, and keeping things easy has my legs feeling surprisingly cooperative. The bonus motivation? The Christmas weight is finally starting to peel off, which never hurts when you’re trying to stay locked in.
At the moment, I’m relying pretty heavily on the treadmill to keep this whole thing afloat. The belt is clearly on borrowed time, and I’ve resorted to Flex Seal tape at the seams to slow the inevitable. It’s not pretty, but it’s buying me time. I’ll probably need a new belt before next winter if I want the treadmill to remain a viable option—but for now, I’m aiming to squeeze one more month out of it.
The good news is that temperatures are supposed to creep into the mid-to-upper 30s this weekend, which should open the door for some outdoor runs. That’ll be a welcome change of pace—both figuratively and literally.
Takeaway: The plan is working, the fitness is building, and February is set up to be less about surviving the miles and more about stacking them with intention.
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