November 2nd, 2020 | Blog
So I logged a bunch of old run information that I never did anything with from earlier in this year and after crunching the numbers, I've only run 272 miles this year. I guess one way to look at it is, "hey, I ran 272 miles even with a pandemic happening" but the way I'm ultimately going to look at it is "I had a goal of 1,500 miles this year and I didn't even do a fifth of that."
Feeling motivated again, I'll be able to get some more runs in soon, most likely getting to 300+ without much issue. 400 at this point would be a stretch, but I suppose it's not totally impossible if I really hunker down and get back into running. But you can't squash 1,000 miles into 2 months.
In other news, I had a small piece published in the first issue of Motel Strigoi. You can buy a copy from their website.
I haven't read what I sent them since I sent it, which was many many months ago. It's very possible that my recentish piece "First Contact, Twice This Afternoon"
is very similar to what's inside the issue. But then again basically all the fiction I write involves people puking and hating their lives, so who knows.
In other, other news, I also have a piece being published today
for a fun blog called "Eating In My Home"
Here's to everything magically being better when the calendar rolls over to 2021.