Week 44 of The Streak (52 weeks of 100 miles/week) starts tomorrow. I can clearly see the end to this journey (almost there is the apropos mantra), but it is already sizing up to be an anti-climatic experience. I originally had a plan to have a quaint celebration with family and friends at a local pub that serves a unique delectable dark beer aged in rum barrels. Sadly they have run out of stock AND they are changing the recipe; I fear the new concoction just won't be the same.
On a positive note, I am mentally pre-calculating the running distances to be a minimum of 30 on Sunday, 25 on Monday, and 30 on Tuesday to get the week started (and finished by Wednesday). So at least as far the next seven days go...I am almost there, too. See you on the 24th.
