A Mile, a Goal, a Lesson
I decided to run a mile.
I was exploring a TBD health situation, a friend was navigating a child’s learning plan, another was experiencing serious relationship turbulence, and yet another was working on the next level of career success. We felt our middle age collectively. In a conversation, I reminisced about my 18-year-old self, varsity running days, and said, “I would love to catch that guy.” The old man miler (OMM) was born.
My group of friends decided it would be fun to see how fast we could run a mile. The plan was to test our time in September, train for eight weeks, and retest in September.
I am an active adult. I have pursued fitness consistently with a vigor: racing bikes in my 20s and addicted to CrossFit in my 30s and 40s. The mile, however, is a different beast. It is beautifully simple and wildly challenging. You are just running, for ideally less than 10 minutes, and it is definitely not a sprint. Running a mile as fast as you can makes for a very good goal.
In the midst of the OMM, I was asked what other fitness goals I have. It took me a minute to realize that I have never really had a goal outside of consistency and occasionally completing ultra-endurance mountain bike races. I responded, “I want to work out hard enough so that I can eat what I want to eat and not look like I eat what I want to eat.” At that moment, I understood why I likely was having health issues and potentially facing an endless plateau in my pursuit of excellence.
So what makes OMM a good goal, and working out to eat whatever not a good goal?
Something to celebrate.
The old man miler had a clear destination. I knew that in mid-November I could enjoy accomplishment and/or some valuable learning. My experience gave me both. I improved my time, and along the way I got valuable insight on my fitness. I want more endorphins in my life, which CrossFit doesn’t deliver, and, as noted, the value of a good goal.
Something to measure.
There is not an easy way to assess if my working out is living up to my standard of physique. It is hard to know daily where I stand and if other factors might be impacting my pursuit. The OMM was easy to measure. I could run a mile or any distance each day to determine my present speed. I could assess other factors like heart rate and general well-being as well. I knew where I was along the way.
Something to do now.
The old man miler just required some shoes and getting out of the office chair. I had the knowledge and the ability to act. The abstract target of undefined appearance is hard to know if I have the resources and the skills to make it happen. I am a nutritional Luddite by choice. I do not know how to act in the kitchen when it comes to my fitness ambitions.
Something I care about.
I feel my age, and running fast makes me feel younger. The old man miler was relevant to me, and the motivation came naturally to lace on my shoes and head out the door. Not to mention I am slightly competitive, so not embarrassing myself on the track was present when the pounding started to add up.
Something to plan.
The timeline of eight weeks gave me structure. I knew fitness takes time, and I wanted to be efficient in my work. The clear goal, the two-month framing, and awareness of where I was at present made engaging Coach ChatGPT easy. In seconds, she was able to craft a week-by-week schedule of activity. I could continue my gym routine and weave in running-focused sessions.
The OMM was a huge success for me. I shaved five seconds off my time in eight weeks (no, I did not catch my younger self, but if adjusted for age, my 6:47 looks respectable). I learned more about myself, I want more endurance in my life, and I gained further perspective on the value of goals. The purpose, the journey and the celebration all enriched my life.
If you want to talk running tips, the joy and agony of CrossFit, or you want to work on some goals together, let’s do it.
Banner Art Credits: Man Running from Elephants (1901), by Peter Newell, captures a crazed man mid-sprint, chased by a surreal stampede. Watercolor and gouache, the image fuses whimsy with urgency. Comic in form, but unmistakably tense. It evokes the experience of ambition under pressure: when change is coming fast it feels real and invented at the same time: flee it, face it, or find your stride.





