So it's my birthday today. I used to hate my birthday being so close to Christmas when I was a kid, but now I don't mind so much. It just extends the celebrations. I am pretty darn spoiled and really couldn't think of much I wanted for my birthday. So I gave myself a surprise present today. I hit over 1200 miles for the year. This is no short of a small miracle because I was injured after April's marathon and held on until after the Wasatch Back Ragnar and then pretty much quit running altogether. I biked more than I ran. I had signed up for Mike's 1000 miles and wasn't even sure I was going to make that goal. But this is just some serious icing on my birthday cake! I really believe it was a combination of quitting the running and doing some hard cross training and then slowly getting back into it. And then discovering barefoot running has really capped my year off. I've never run so many days a week or miles a week and had my body feel so good. Yeah! Now what to do about next year's goals? I'm almost afraid to dream!