I'll be totally honest, I hate math. I'm handicapped. Not stupid... just slow when it comes to numbers. I'd like to think I'm just more creative than the rest of the world.
One of the things I love to do is keep track of the miles I run. I write the mileage of each run onto the box that my current running shoes come in. The list starts out with the date I purchased the shoes on then proceeds to march down the box, in a nice tidy row. I also write where I ran and sometimes with whom and my time if I like it. At the end of the month, I tally up the miles and, Voila! My favorite number of the day! It brings me SUCH satisfaction.
This month it was time for a new pair of shoes mid way through. I retired the old pair, which means totaling out the entire list of numbers (I use a calculator for this) and breaking the numbers into three different categories. Total for each month, and total over all mileage, number of days run and days rested. For the most part I need a fairly accurate number so I know when to buy new shoes.
This last month has been phenomenal! (If I do say so myself!) Record breaking, or so I thought. I added up all my numbers, making sure to add in tomorrow's miles because, unless I die over night, I'm running 8 in the morning and that brings my total miles run for October to 150 miles! I'm thrilled! That's 21 days of running, 10 rest days. I decide to compare that with last months figures. I pull out that box from the closet and SHOCK OF ALL SHOCKS! I ran 5 miles more last month in one less day. My inner Miss Clavel speaks "Something is not right!"
I get the calculator out and run those numbers again...
All I can say is this, I have a handicap. I have NO IDEA how I got that number, and I still have about 40 miles I can run in my last pair of shoes, regardless of how they make my feet ache.
Looking on the bright side, it's a little like getting a late birthday present...