When I started my Five Hundred Miles to Nowhere regimen, I knew there was no way I could actually walk five hundred miles in the last four months of the year. So I prorated it down to 160 miles, thinking that might be reasonable.
Passed that mark yesterday.
I won’t make five hundred — I’m averaging about a quarter of a mile short every day (though if I walked around the block when I got home …), but I’m pleased to have racked up three ducks and to have it my (pessimistic) target.