It doesn’t matter how many miles I do or how good or bad those miles happen to be.  The last mile each day is always the best.  I will, without fail, begin smiling … really smiling … when I look down to check my Garmin and realize I have less than a mile to go.

Let’s look at Saturday: I hit my 5k split and was NOT happy with my time.  I pouted until I hit the 5.5 mile mark.  It was at that point I checked my distance and realized, “Hey, I did it!  I only have one more mile to go!  Very cool!  And I feel GREAT!  Woooo Hoo!”

Yeah, I’m pretty goofy & I’m not afraid to admit it.  I imagine most of us that enjoy pounding out long distances feel about the same way.

Am I right or am I right?