Pocketful of Miles

Every time I ran, I thought of each of the 6 miles (plus .2 for good measure) as something I was picking up and putting away, in my pocket or on a shelf someplace. I scooped up mile 1 like a quarter I’d find on the side of the path and tucked it in the key pocket of my shorts, and I kept going, gathering up each one and saving it for later.

Pocketful of Miles | Jeffrey A Ricker | Blog Post | Red Room.