Not literally, of course, but I hit the milestone that is the equivalent of walking across my home state: 300 miles!
Three hundred three, actually, but close enough.
I reached the mark while cruising across the Garden of the Gods's Upper Reservoir Trail. It's a gorgeous trail that runs above and on the perimeter of a massive open field through which the Utes once trekked. It's also part of my favorite five-mile trip.
Anyway, I was walking through a capricious Colorado thunderstorm, listening to Rusted Root and marveling at the incredible beauty and power that is the western weather when I hit the 300th mile. I didn't know it happened until I got home and double checked my personal journal and log book, but it was a very pleasant thing to find.
Please understand that I've only count miles that are stepped in preparation for the big walk, not the day-to-day walking that I do around the house, work and on errands. Add those and I don't have any idea how far I've gone in the past 18 weeks.
The funny thing about this is, there are still a few hundred miles left to go by Aug. 11.
Nonetheless, 300 feels like a pretty powerful sum (it worked damn well for Sparta all those years ago.)
Wishing you love, health and a few more miles on your soles.
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