318 active days.
That was the number at the top of my Strava summary for 2020. Under it: 474 hours, 4,573 miles, and 199,596 feet of elevation. Running was still my top sport.
The year had almost no normal racing. I described it more plainly in an email to a Brooklyn run team: “racing / everything is on hold for now.”
I was moving back to Williamsburg in January and wanted to know how the North Brooklyn Runners men's local competitive team worked under normal conditions. I had coached the Prospect Park Track Club marathon program for a couple of seasons and had been one of its regular scorers. I was still around 75 percent age graded and trying to get faster.
The note included the rest of the strange athletic list. I had finished ultras and Ironman events, qualified for Team USA in the duathlon, and finished fourth in my age group at nationals. I was an RRCA-certified coach. Way back in high school, I had been a fast miler and 5K runner.
My current focus was back on the mile and 5K.
That showed up in a TRX introduction too. I corrected somebody who had accidentally made my marathon time eleven minutes faster. I was a “mere 2:47 marathoner,” although I added that 2:36 might still be in the cards one day. Most of my strength work was yoga and TRX bands.
The timing around the Williamsburg return was messy. I had just signed a lease on a place in Cold Spring and was also arranging to reoccupy the Williamsburg apartment during the second week of January. I apologized for a slow Cutback Coach reply because I was doing “a couple different apartment moves” that week.
I still reviewed the startup's architecture and asked to get another call on the calendar. A few weeks earlier I had insisted there were a lot of hours in the day. Apparently I was sticking with that position.
The Strava screenshot arrived with the moves still in progress and no real race calendar yet. I had ended the run-team note with the only plan I could make: “Also excited to jog with folks again soon.”