Back on New Year’s Eve, I made myself a goal. I’d run (not walk) 500 miles in 2013. I knew it’d be a challenge, and that I’d be cutting it close.

On October 18, I reached my goal.

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In 500 miles, I

ran in the rain (the last 1/2 mile of the 500, actually)

ran through all four seasons, from 30 degrees to 90 degrees

participated in well over 20 group and/or virtual 5Ks, plus a couple of 10Ks

trained for and finished my first half marathon

pushed a 25 pound child while he ate a lot of snacks

watched three kids bike around and around (and around) the high school track

climbed hills surrounded by corn fields

got discouraged and encouraged

got sprayed with color bombs in the Color Me Rad

proved I was tougher than I thought in the Warrior Dash

kicked some butt in the Dirty Girl 5K

ran the fastest I’d ever run

and the slowest

bonded with my mom over tutus and tiaras, steep hills, and mud pits

logged a lot of miles on the treadmill in our living room

watched three seasons of Downton Abbey and a lot of The Voice

tracked the miles with a couple of apps and ended up scrawling them on the kitchen wall calendar

discovered that I could do it.