So...this is happening.

Somehow, I've started running 60 miles a week.

I haven't necessarily planned it; it's just been more like an inner monologue that asks, "What else do I have to do? Nothing? OK. I'll go run."

So I do. During my lunch hour at work, after I get home with the kids in the evenings, after we run errands/go eat/do things on the weekend. The miles just keep adding up. It keeps me focused at work, and clears the cobwebs after a day of work.

The kids will start school soon, and I don't know how I'm going to keep it up, though. Their extracurriculars will keep me hopping, and my husband is going out of the country for week soon.

I think I'll find a way no matter what. I've been known to run at 11 p.m. if it means getting the mileage in.

I feel great. My brain knows that the possibility of injury goes up considerably when you run this kind of mileage regularly; my heart doesn't care.

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With higher mileage comes the need for new running shoes a lot sooner than normal. I've got at least 200 miles on my current shoes (probably more), so I will need new ones in the next week or so.

I'm sad to say good-bye to my Brooks Ravenna 3s, and I'm not sure if I want to move to the Ravenna 4s (sometimes the changes made can make a BIG difference from one version to the other).

I'll just go back to the running store, tell them the story about my sad fallen arches and my aching plantar fascitis, and walk out with an amazing pair of shoes that make me forget about BOTH of those things... :-)