3,000

The sleet is coming down sideways, and I don't like it. I never enjoy cold rain or sleet. But at least I don't have far to go: three miles will put me over the top, and I think I can manage that.

It's December 31, and I needed these three miles to get to 3,000 for the year. In my previous post, I talk about being a numbers (read: anal-retentive) type. I guess I am. Now it's time to think about 2020: a new year and a new decade.

But one more thing about 2019. Those 3,000 miles were staggeringly slow. A full minute per mile slower than 2018. And THAT was slow as well.

So now I have my goal for 2020 and beyond: run faster!