That's why it took until I passed the young black dog - the one that chased me and barked at me until it got used to my smell - that I realized I had not just crossed a shaky bridge but that I had completed 1000 km running this year.
Not that much compared to other Marathoners, but for my first full running year it's quite ok, I guess. And it's not even finished yet. :)
Godd Running, Jolle!