During marathon training, I logged every mile on a spreadsheet along with the pace and type of run. There’s something very pleasing about seeing the squares fill up with figures and the total mileage at the bottom increasing each week.
After Bethlehem I wanted to get back to the joy of running ‘just because’. For two weeks I ran naked, so to speak, without my Garmin or even my ancient Timex Ironman recording the time or the distance. It felt good, but it also felt strange not to have a record of my runs. So I’m back to my Garmin and my spreadsheet and adding up the miles. I’d love to not care how far and how fast I’ve gone, but the truth is I do.
