Written by: Amy

Amy’s run Tuesday: 3.5 miles around the U-Street Corridor (alone); Wednesday, first day of not running, but did 20 minutes of card and 20 minutes of weights; Thursday, rest

At various points during my run I missed having Bridget’s company, but was thankful to be outside on a beautiful midmorning run.  I like trails, mountains, blue skies, and hearing birds chirp.  But there is also a part of me that likes uneven cobblestone sidewalks, busteling sidewalks, traffic lights, bus exhaust (weird, I know), boarded up buildings and the smells of a different ethnic food on every corner.

I am not ready to declare it yet, but I may be an urban runner.  My sister and her boyfriend may disown me (they are die hard Colorado trail runners), but I can’t help it.  I love the city and I love DC.

I also love the weather.  Don’t get me wrong.  I would prefer it if it was partly sunny with a slight breeze, but I love knowing that it’s cold outside.  I love the sting on my face and that my legs burn from the cold.  I have not been exposed to the elements since …. Well, since I lived in China (that story is for another day), but it’s been awhile and it’s always by my choice.  With each passing mile I thought of the warm shower that would be my reward, and since then I’ve been thinking about those that don’t have the option of a home and hot shower.  For whatever reasons — they are varied and many — the urban streets I love to run on are home to many.

No cause, no action … Just thoughts for now and a reminder to me to be thankful.

Written by: Amy
Today’s run: 3.5 miles  I can’t get over the fact that I can just run over to the White House, take a look and run home – in under 5 miles.  The crisp night and conversation with Bridget made the night even better.

I am hopelessly avoiding writing about my run tonight, but (thankfully) not hopelessly avoiding actually running. Any new email?  Anything new on my Twitter stream?  What about Facebook: What is my friend who I haven’t spoken to in five years and haven’t seen in 7 up to these days?  Is that the correct use of a colon?  What would Strunk & White say?  Isn’t it more important to take out my garbage?  Ok, that one really is important.

After consideration, the topics that are most on my mind need more time to roll around in my head before sharing them here (if ever) is right.  Suffice to say, I am continually in awe that my evening run can include a jaunt to the White House.  I’m also grateful that I have a dedicated and trusted friend, Bridget, who wants to log many (not ALL, she repeats) miles with me on this year journey.  I have a feeling that even after only a few runs together, Bridget and I are on our way to a friendship that will last more than 1,000 miles.  I hope I am able to meet others along the way and introduce them to such a good friend.

I’ll follow Thomas Jefferson’s advice, “The most valuable of all talents is that of never using two words when one will do.”

G’night.
Written by: Sara Grace

SARA’s run today: 7.33 miles, 1:52 min. I actually ran 8.33, but I’m not counting the final mile, which was all walking. Maybe I watched too much Dexter last night, but this foggy run felt macabre: I saw a severed doll’s foot and a fireman’s jumpsuit, boot dangling, impaled on a fence. Took a few decent pics though.


Written by: Amy

Today’s run:
4 miles, 40 minutes. Ran alone but met Phil, Pete and Jon at the Florida Avenue Grill in DC after the run.  It was warm, but rained & I hung in there!
I’m really good at most things for somewhere between 2 and 12 ½ days.  So, Day 2 of “mythousandmileyear” was fantastic.  I’ve been overwhelmed with all of the support and encouragement from so many – especially those who I haven’t had a chance to talk or see in a while.  Thank you, thank you, thank you … I’ll need you even more around mile 300 so don’t be strangers.
I’ve decided that I’m not going to try to kill myself with running 10 miles in sub-8 minute mile pace during the first few weeks of the year.  I’m going to have fun, be practical and listen to my body.  Do these sound like excuses?
My run today didn’t feel like a training run or even a “hard core” run (although it was raining).  It was  slow paced, I took a break in between miles to talk to friends, and ended with more time with friends over biscuits and coffee at the Florida Avenue Grill.  Four miles hasn’t ever felt that good.
I listened to my breathing, paid attention to my stride (although I’m not sure I know what I’m paying attention to), looked at people that passed by on the street and made an effort to smile.
Written by: Amy
Today’s run: 5.25 miles, 1 hour. Ran with Bridget in DC.  It was unseasonably warm and humid this afternoon.  Felt strong and energetic.

In her year in review, Sara advised: “Don’t drink as much wine as I did.”

Whoops.

Luckily, I had time to hydrate and a great running partner lined up to join me for my first (5!) miles of 2011. I will credit – and possibly curse :) – Bridget for starting me down the path to my thousand mile year. She is the friend who rallied a group to sign up for The National Marathon. So 12 weeks from now we’ll log another 13 miles, along with Gina and Dana. The list is growing so if you want to join our group on race day, let me know!

I met Bridget 7 years ago during our year of national service as Team Leaders for AmeriCorps National Civilian Community Corps (NCCC).

The website says: NCCC is a full-time, team-based residential program for men and women age 18–24. It is modeled after the 1930s Civilian Conservation Corps and the U.S. Military. NCCC is built on the belief that civic responsibility is an inherent duty of all citizens and that national service programs work effectively with local communities to address pressing needs.

In reality: It’s Road Rules meets Real World where 18-24 year olds complete 1,700 hours of volunteer service over the course of 10 months. It was the hardest year of my life, but one that I wouldn’t trade for anything. In addition to volunteering with local communities, there was a physical training component. Our PT coordinator was a vibrant, lean-mean-donkey-kicking machine who had a career in the Navy and as a physical trainer, as well.  He led us in 5am workouts whether we liked it or not. Now, Bridget and I were going to start the year off right with a run whether we liked it or not.

We agreed that we would run 3 miles or more (ended up being 5.25), at a slow and steady pace, with as many breaks as we needed. We hit our first street corner, loaded up the satellites in my GPS watch and didn’t look back.

We talked about how we met, day-to-day happenings, our respective New Year’s Eve celebrations, how good we felt and how slow we were going ( :) ). We talked about relationships. Bridget’s focus on her family and mine on people I’ve met along the way. Bridget commented that she’s amazed at the number of true friendships I develop through random meetings. I told her how much I admired her for the genuine knowledge and friendship she has with her family (3 sisters & extended family).

She went on to tell me more about her family and some of the struggles they have overcome together. She talked about the deep impact the death of two of her cousins who were in their mid 20s has had on her family, and how that has made her realize she doesn’t want to take her family for granted. She opened a part of her heart up to me, which allowed me to see an emptiness of my relationships with my family.

I love my family and know they love me, but I don’t take the time or make the effort I should to get to know them as their lives change.  I am going to be a better listener, pay attention to little things and make an effort to get to know my family because of Bridget. She was willing to share her story with me, so I won’t need a tragedy to be my wake-up call. I have Bridget to thank for taking the time now to learn the hopes, dreams and fears of my family and treat them as thoughtfully as I treat those I randomly meet.

Bridget said, “I like being a part of your project because it makes me feel like I’m part of something bigger than myself.”

Bridget, I think you’re part of something bigger, much bigger indeed & “thank you” will never be enough.

I’m going to call my mom, dad and sister right now.

Written by: Sara Grace

This is a Sara post. I need to get a developer to add the byline line in, now that we are two bloggers!

Today’s run: 2.30 miles, 30:31 minutes. YT: 854.02. Intervals again. Warm enough to wear my 3/4 length tights, hurrah! Slush everywhere. I guess people are defrosting too: I’ve never had so many homeless men tell me I’m gorgeous.

Today was my favorite kind of run: Exploring the hood and the park, pausing here and there to investigate, smiling a lot and enjoying the sun. I took a few pics, it being the last day of the year and all.


Written by: Amy

I’m Amy Throndsen.

I’m a fast talker. I’m a fast walker. I’m a fast eater. I’m a fast typist. I’m a fast reader.

I am not a fast runner. Some may say I’m no runner at all. I dabble in running. I take to the streets hardcore for a few weeks at a time and then fall into the abyss of happy hours, dates, trips or events (a.k.a. happy hours). I haven’t been held accountable to exercise since high school.

A few reasons to commit have popped up over the past weeks. A friend convinced me to sign up for a half marathon in March, my dad wants our family to do a half together in October and I read Keith Ferrazzi’s “Never Eat Alone,” which led to a few emails, tweets and a coffee with Sara Grace. In this Internet age, of course, I googled Sara. Turns out 2010 was her year of one thousand miles. That was the final push I needed to make the commitment to my thousand mile year.

Like Sara was when she started, I am also nervous. I have insecurities about my ability to pound the pavement and hold myself accountable to write about my experiences. Kicking, screaming or crawling my way to one thousand miles is what I’m going to do in 2011. And, I hope to take some of you with me. My focus is going to be connecting with people through running. My goal will be to make a deliberate effort to run with a friend (old and new), colleague (old and new), running groups and dare to run with a stranger (safety first!) at least one time each week. If I am not able to connect with a person, I will dedicate the run to one person, think about them during my run and blog about why they were on my mind. In regular updates, I will use the 16,140 or so steps to explore and celebrate the joys, challenges and complexities that make life like a box of chocolates: “You never know what you’re gonna get.”

I hope to meet new people, share experiences with friends, help someone get back on the trail again, be motivated to keep going when I want to quit and find peace in the unknown open road.

Written by: Sara Grace

Today I am thrilled to introduce the second Thousand Miler to make this blog her home: Amy Throndsen.

I met Amy because she wrote a letter to my boss after reading his book, Never Eat Alone. It crossed my desk, and was so thoughtful – both kind and critical – that instead of just passing it on, I decided to write her myself. I had the feeling that she might be a new friend and fellow traveler. That feeling was cemented when I learned that she, like me, chose to have a dining room instead of a living room, because one thing we can’t live without is hosting dinner parties! Amy lives in DC, and Christmas was about to take me home, so we made plans for a coffee.

In the meantime, Amy tweeted that she had read my blog and was inspired to do her own 1000 mile year. Eureka! HERE was the answer to what to do with this blog in 2011! Time to pass the 1000 Mile torch.

Our plannd 45 min coffee turned into an hour and a half of scheming about the blog. And the rest shall be history.

My advice to Amy, and anyone else starting their 1000-mile year:

  1. Bank extra mileage during the first three months, the “honeymoon period.”
  2. Sign up at Daily Mile for support and community.
  3. Don’t drink as much wine as I did.
  4. Get involved in hashing!
  5. Visit this blog and comment often!
  6. Have fun with it – focus on the adventure and exploration, not the numbers.
Written by: Sara Grace

It is the second-to-last day of 2011. And holy moly, my 1000-mile year isn’t over! How did this happen?! I logged 851.72 miles. Back in November I was on course to finish, running 25 miles a week, but a calf injury took me off the road for 3 weeks. During that three weeks I cut carbs, lost 3 pounds and returned to yoga. Amazing how quickly old habits can be replaced by new habits. I think my body decided it was time for me to switch things up. It doesn’t know numbers or calendars (other than the moon, maybe), so be it.

And now for the big However: One of the goals of this project was to finish things I start, so I’m going to be doing that in two very big ways.

First, I’ll finish the 1000 miles. I’m not going to put constraints on how long it’ll take me, but I will keep logging miles here (interspersed with yoga) until they’re done.

But second – and what I’m really excited about – is that I’m passing the Thousand Mile Year torch on. Tomorrow I will introduce the amazing Amy Throndsen, who will be blogging her 1000MY with a focus on running as a source of connection and community. I’d like to keep this blog going, year after year, with new runners and shifted focus.

But before we make that shift …. drumroll…. a quick year in review:

I moved to NY and got over a breakup, said  a painful goodbye to one of my best friends, took a principle role in launching a new company, dealt with the discombobulation and wonder of a new city, felt inspired to write about some of my experiences (my elderly neighbor’s emergency, getting flashed, the LES’ biggest rat), delved into some urban photography, chronicled the lives of two pigeons, ran my first race in ages (which was terrible), missed my sub-60 10K goal by a few seconds, spent 4th of July in Bethany beach, dealt with my first parental health crisis, drank a TON of wine, hosted fun dinners, got Lasik, saw an amazing dance performance with the best of friends, gave personal training a try (not for me, really), got into hashing, saw an amazing, historic lunar eclipse, and then eased back into my old love, yoga.

At the end of one of the year's few 10-milers.

In short: This has been one hell of a year. Thanks to this project, I ran consistently through a move that spanned two coasts and had me living in 4 different apartments; through rain, snow, and hangovers, and through seriously stressful weeks at work. This year my professional efforts exceeded those of any year in my past, in terms of the level of my work and the fruits that it bore, and I don’t think I could have done it without near-daily fitness as a constant. Despite not finishing on time, I consider the 1000 Mile Year project a great success – especially since I inspired a second runner to follow in my footsteps!

Tomorrow, meet Amy.

Written by: Sara Grace